Web Laureate Insight, "Yawnlog: Pandiculation"

Today’s Web Laureate Classic Insight into last Saturday’s poem…

Web Laureate Classic: "YawnLog: Pandiculation"

All

indentations to symbolize the rough edges and simultaneously prove as a tool, a guide, in understanding the underlying structure of the ideas and concepts within, which structured oddly can be difficult to understand the complex grouping of words and phrases, even with the carefully placed commas

Day

all lines have 4 syllables; the key line that most directly references the product and too is linked to the corresponding website (other link ‘in its glory’)

Long

seeming waves within the poem are representative of the sleep cycle – from awake to asleep and all in between

the title was picked to further reinforce the roughness, yet harmony present in all such repetitive, enjoyable activities as sleep

SUBSCRIBE TODAY to not miss out on the new works of the Web Laureate, as well as the follow-up, deep, and meaningful insights.

Web Laureate Classic: "YawnLog: Pandiculation"

So, as I rest,
Wandering mind,
Staring from here,
Here where I sit,
Preparing for
Night’s sleep resting,
More than a bump.

I spy amongst,
Grass, brush and trees,
Web, pages and ____
A log,
Clearly seen then,
As so too now,
I remember,
With edge textured,
Very much rough,
Crevices deep,
As wrinkles of
Age and presence,
Held unknown to
Many, many,
Acts of nature,
And the masses.

Yet, while that skin,
Has borne many,
Many a rise,
Many a set,
Its condition,
Unusual —
It is most not,
A status shared,
Jagged edges,
Together with,
Some another,
A site is this,
Newly new thing,
Corse patina,
Mutually,
Not of which note
Should be taken,
But, look below.

Under that rough
Exterior,
Lying beneath,
A story tied,
A chronicle,
Or more so,
Merely simple,
It, itself a
Story of life,
And also of,
And her and his,
Beginning from,
When she, he, it,
Awoke until,
Now and to be,
As events all,
Return back by,
Again, again
Until it rests,
Until it wakes,
Such repeating,
In its glory.

originally conceived March 12, 2009

Reminder: insights and solutions to mysteries within will be posted next week. in the meantime, I would love to know your thoughts and what meaning, puzzle, riddle, hidden or otherwise you are able to glean from this piece

SUBSCRIBE TODAY to not miss out on the new works of the Web Laureate, as well as the follow-up, deep, and meaningful insights.

Pandiculation

So, as I rest,
Wandering mind,
Staring from here,
Here where I sit,
Preparing for
Night’s sleep resting,
More than a bump.

I spy amongst,
Grass, brush and trees,
Web, pages and ____
A log,
Clearly seen then,
As so too now,
I remember,
With edge textured,
Very much rough,
Crevices deep,
As wrinkles of
Age and presence,
Held unknown to
Many, many,
Acts of nature,
And the masses.

Yet, while that skin,
Has borne many,
Many a rise,
Many a set,
Its condition,
Unusual —
It is most not,
A status shared,
Jagged edges,
Together with,
Some another,
A site is this,
Newly new thing,
Corse patina,
Mutually,
Not of which note
Should be taken,
But, look below.

Under that rough
Exterior,
Lying beneath,
A story tied,
A chronicle,
Or more so,
Merely simple,
It, itself a
Story of life,
And also of,
And her and his,
Beginning from,
When she, he, it,
Awoke until,
Now and to be,
As events all,
Return back by,
Again, again
Until it rests,
Until it wakes,
Such repeating,
In its glory.