Unexplained

[Amber]

I can find a deep black hole
In the middle of a flower
I can watch the sky catch fire
In the day’s last hour
The whisper of a rainbow
As it kisses the sky
The screaming of a dream
As it forgets how to fly
You’re dragged down by what’s real
If you want to soar
People tell you that you can’t
‘Til you can’t dream anymore
I’m sitting in a classroom
Surrounded by my maths
Some are frightened but I’m glad
The world’s so hard to graph
Every where’s confusion
No-one knows the rules
Drop-outs count as scum
But are those who finished school
Really any wiser?
I find it hard to say
Watching through the windows
At the world every day
Doesn’t really tell you
What it’s truly like
And it’s eerie when your dreams
Are more real than your life
I have heard a unicorn
Heard its bell-like call
Whether that was true or false
I’ll never know at all
I have watched a butterfly
Grow its crumpled wings
I have walked through a door
And heard the way it sings
I don’t ask every question
I like things how they are
Dissecting things and putting them back
Always leaves a scar
There’s magic in the universe
But no-one knows quite why
I don’t want to have it all explained
I don’t want it to die

In some ways I disagree with myself. I do ask loads of questions and often can't rest until I know how something works, but I also think we need mysteries in the world. We can't explain everything away because we'll lose it. Hope you like this!

[Jenny Luca]

I loved it! Especially these lines;

"I’m sitting in a classroom
Surrounded by my maths
Some are frightened but I’m glad
The world’s so hard to graph"

Wonderful.

[NinaD]

Gosh, Amber you have real talent. I really enjoyed reading your poem because I had to 'think' about the message and the writer's intention. I think I get it. Keep writing, as there really does need to be more poets in the world. And... I agree there is magic in the universe and we don't need everything explained.

[Angela]

I really appreciate the subtle point you make about the ways in which we judge people based upon what they do or do not accomplish. People who don't finish school do lose quite a bit of status in our world, but I can think of so many people who have graduated but don't influence any sort of positive change in the world. Our rubric for what makes someone successful is a bit off at times. Things are not black and white. Your poem speaks to all of those shades of gray--that's where the meaning lies.

[Amber]

Thank you! Predictable is boring.
(I actually was in maths when I wrote it... the original poem is written in my margin)

Jenny Luca said:

I loved it! Especially these lines;

"I’m sitting in a classroom
Surrounded by my maths
Some are frightened but I’m glad
The world’s so hard to graph"

Wonderful.