20 comments

    1. Thank you very much, Chris! It is as you interpreted, searching for inspiration in imagination. It makes me happy to know that you liked it.
      Please take good care!

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  2. Lovely poem, delicate yet deep sounding words. The title makes me think of “bookmarked pages”, and the play on chaff being the part of wheat that isn’t used, and blows away in the wind when shaken. It gives your poem different perspectives to take it from. One could be the pages of a book blowing in the wind, whether meaning quickly reading a book, or quickly living a life, every day like a page in one’s life story. The idea of chaff in that sense could mean that they become or felt as if they lack worth as they pass into the past, pursuing the story. Or perhaps the idea of the phrase “going against the grain”, which would play on the idea of “funneling sand” perhaps in the sense of windblown sand, going against the grains of sand to revisit nostalgia of the past. Another idea could be blog pages online you have bookmarked in your web browser that you revisit and think are childish in comparison to other deeper blog pages, but for the sake of social niceness, you still keep up with the easier reads.

    Another think you might have meant, was the reference to childhood in the poem and the fleetingness of the things children treasure being abandoned to “funneling sand”, was perhaps the sands of time from an hourglass, express, with the chaff, that childhood and things of the past, do get buried, and perhaps you were speaking of bringing them back in memory, going against the grain, or doing with time what many consider worthless things, the chaff of things adults have no practical use for.

    The “pipetted air” sounds like measured mist, which is also a fleeting thing to measure as it’s so spread out and elusive of attempts to grasp and hold it in one place, much like falling hourglass sand which comes in glass if set on its side, forms the infinity symbol, and ceases to be seen passing. How can one measure the true volume of a vapor though? I think that may have been your point.

    “2 Vapor of vapors and futility of futilities, says the Preacher. Vapor of vapors and futility of futilities! All is vanity (emptiness, falsity, and vainglory). 3 What profit does man have left from all his toil at which he toils under the sun? [Is life worth living?] 4 One generation goes and another generation comes, but the earth remains forever. 5 The sun also rises and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises. 6 The wind goes to the south and circles about to the north; it circles and circles about continually, and on its circuit the wind returns again. 7 All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full. To the place from which the rivers come, to there and from there they return again. 8 All things are weary with toil and all words are feeble; man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. 9 The thing that has been—it is what will be again, and that which has been done is that which will be done again; and there is nothing new under the sun. 10 Is there a thing of which it may be said, See, this is new? It has already been, in the vast ages of time [recorded or unrecorded] which were before us. 11 There is no remembrance of former happenings or men, neither will there be any remembrance of happenings of generations that are to come by those who are to come after them.”
    — Ecclesiastes 1:1-11 (AMP)

    I hope other people picked up on your meanings! Your poem was packed with what seemed like mnemonic memory-retention words loaded with condensed meaning that not everyone is able to unpack a fair measure of… my kind of poem! 🙂

    All of this reminds me of my poem below:

    “Blood From A Stone”
    by Ry Hakari

    I have put too fine a point
    on infinitesimals —
    painstaking, heartbreaking toil
    in nuancing decibels,

    knowing no one notices…
    Baroque‘s for naught, and I know
    these mnemonic devices
    cannot call blood from a stone…

    Lot fällen, Gott hat
    The pleasant lot has fallen
    to intersection,
    statutes issued to statues,
    to cry the truth out to you

    through the pitter-patter sounds
    of the rain breaking your heart —
    Surrounded by thunderclouds,
    found out, the rain drops your guard…

    Ms. Elly Elizabeth,
    you wear a burial shroud
    invisibly (I’ve seen it),
    when allowed a bridal gown…

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

    1. Hey, Ryan! Wow, I loved reading your interpretations so much! You have an incredible sense of perception. I gave the title, as you said – “The idea of chaff in that sense could mean that they become or felt as if they lack worth as they pass into the past, pursuing the story.” that’s exactly what I wanted to deliver with ‘Bookmarked Chaffs’. Haha, but now that you’ve mentioned it, the bookmarks of my browser do consist of some never-again-visited ‘interesting’ site addresses. It takes real work to be socially nice, doesn’t it? 🙂
      Yes, that’s pretty much the point, ‘pipetted air’ presents an implausible idea, elusive of logic as one may say but i believe it might just be a possibility. Funneling sand stands for the time slipping out of one’s life to another, as one dies, another is born – Just like an hourglass, indeed!
      I’m glad you liked it! I loved your poem “Blood From A Stone” especially the lines
      ‘through the pitter-patter sounds
      of the rain breaking your heart —
      Surrounded by thunderclouds,
      found out, the rain drops your guard…’
      the idea of the sound of the sound of rain – considered gentle by most- breaking someone’s heart is such a refreshing and thought provoking idea. Brilliant!
      Thank you so very much for discussing my poetry with me! It was wonderful. Please have a great weekend and take good care!

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  3. Wow, this one could be interpreted in a number of ways. Could be about vivid imaginations and losing oneself in the imaginary. Could be about the children of today, and their purpose not yet discovered yet. Could be about someone coming out of childhood and dreaming about what hasn’t come to pass yet. Could be light, but could be heavy as well. I guess it’s all in the interpretation of the reader eh. Oh yes, it could also be very personal to you eh?
    Creative imagery here, my friend.
    🙂 ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

    1. Hello, Staci! Sorry for the late reply, I was going through a phase of self reflection, we need it once in a while, don’t we? As you said, it is about losing oneself in the imaginary as well as about not having discovered the purpose to one’s life. It is based on personal experiences, yes! It is about the struggle with existential crisis and ironically enough I was inspired to write this while listening to this song by Simon & Garfunkel. See if you like it? Thank you very much, my friend! ❤ 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

      1. Yes, self reflection is definitely good once in a while.
        Ohhhhhhh, but you’re not alone, my friend. Really. If you ever feel that way, please don’t be a stranger. I will be here for you. And I’m not just saying that. It’s true. You can even come here to Brazil and stay with me for a while if you need. Really. You’re not alone.
        Tons of love to you sweetie.
        🙂 ❤

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Awwww, I know you mean every word of that Staci. I am so touched by your thoughts. 🙂 🙂 I’d love to come and stay over at your place and I believe I will someday too! Giant clouds of love for you, my dearest. ❤ ❤

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Oh yes, please do. I would love to drink tea with you and eat toast with jam. Mmmmmmmmm
        You’re more than welcome sweetie. Tons of love to you and a very merry Christmas.
        🙂 ❤

        Liked by 1 person

Titanise your thoughts and earn Sparrow Points

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s