I lost my marbles yesterday,
There’re bats all in my attic.
I tried to look the other way.
The cat would just not have it.
The circle is a prison cell.
(I mean the rings of Saturn.)
They’re bending him to evil wills.
I hope it’s not a pattern.
Saturn
4 responses to “Saturn”
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This poem caught me by surprise. I’m not sure what I expected at first, but I found myself rereading it several times.
It touched me in ways I couldn’t immediately grasp—there’s a darkness woven into the playfulness, like something lurking just outside, waiting to snuff out any warmth that was never really here, but somehow felt between the lines. When the circle and Saturn’s rings like the nature of existence itself—something beyond our control, never-ending, and always present, like a force that shapes and bends us.
The bats, I feel, represent all the things beyond our grasp, the uncontrollable forces that hover just out of reach, elusive and ever-present.
And then there’s the cat. The independent, mysterious cat is a bit unsettling. It doesn’t allow to look away and ignore the creeping truth of darkness. Like it’s no way escaping it—no matter how hard we try to avoid the deeper, more uncomfortable parts of ourselves or our existence, they will always be there, demanding attention.
And probably it’s not entirely true. I know well how it might be different from the readers and writers perspective. But yeah. Won’t deny it – couldn’t hold the thoughts down. I really loved it!
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I try not to write in code that only I understand but it’s unavoidable sometimes. The first part of the poem is just me calling myself crazy using various clichés for madness. The second part is referring to something I heard Max Spiers say one time in an interview. He thought that the dark forces in control of the world had imprisoned Saturn and that’s what the rings of Saturn are. They are his prison. I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for leaving me such a thoughtful comment.
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It’s fascinating how we all tend to interpret things from our own perspectives. That’s why nearly every written word can be seen differently by each reader, especially by those who don’t know the backstory. I won’t lie, I haven’t heard that interview myself, but I’m grateful for you sharing about it. It adds a whole new interesting layer of perspective. I truly appreciate it. Thank you!
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This poem caught me by surprise. I’m not sure what I expected at first, but I found myself rereading it several times.
It touched me in ways I couldn’t immediately grasp—there’s a darkness woven into the playfulness, like something lurking just outside, waiting to snuff out any warmth that was never really here, but somehow felt between the lines. When the circle and Saturn’s rings like the nature of existence itself—something beyond our control, never-ending, and always present, like a force that shapes and bends us.
The bats, I feel, represent all the things beyond our grasp, the uncontrollable forces that hover just out of reach, elusive and ever-present.
And then there’s the cat. The independent, mysterious cat is a bit unsettling. It doesn’t allow to look away and ignore the creeping truth of darkness. Like it’s no way escaping it—no matter how hard we try to avoid the deeper, more uncomfortable parts of ourselves or our existence, they will always be there, demanding attention.
And probably it’s not entirely true. I know well how it might be different from the readers and writers perspective. But yeah. Won’t deny it – couldn’t hold the thoughts down. I really loved it!
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