I feel my soul is trembling like a leaf
that clings on in the worst of a fierce gale
It will fall into the mud so far beneath,
though briefly through bright sunshine it may fall.
I am as nothing, trodden into earth.
And lower than the lowest living beast,
I make no estimation of my worth
and for the worms I shall provide a feast.
At first I thought that I could ride the storm
That I could live without your circling arm
But truth has taken hold of me entire.
The choice is death by mud or death by fire.
I know well I’ll be trampled with earth’s dust
No more to be an object of mere lust
A sign consists of the signified and the signifier
If what is signified is love,the signifier may vary … it can be a “x “.a bunch of flowers,a poem.
Of course it may be misunderstood if two people come from different cultures/countries or even different parts of the same country with maybe a different form of Christianity,with an atheisitic family etc
Some people tend to see a meaning in an act or word that was not intended…if carried too far it can lead to paranoia…I can imagine writing a funny play based on such confusion
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Signifier
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Ferdinand de Saussure theorizes that a “sign“[clarification needed] has two parts: signifier and signified. The signifier is the form that the sign will take, whether it be a sound or image and the signified is the meaning that is conveyed.
Example
Signifier: the word ‘tree’ = Signified: the mental image of a tree.
Charles Sanders Pierce analyzed sign systems and came up with the following: An Icon signifies by resemblance. An Indexical sign signifies by causal connection and finally, a Symbol signifies by learned convention.
The sunlight shining through these clouds in England is an example of sunbreak. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Four o’clock– and the sun’s still glowing
Four o’clock – of a colour bright day,
Up above, pink-tinged clouds are sliding
Down still sky, sweeping sun away.
Come back sweet sun, do not leave us.
Come back bright beams,I need sunlight
Down on earth,it’s witch moon darkness,
When your golden face is out of sight.
I see the orange tinged clouds extending
I feel such sense of sky lit bright.
But gently now, the mist surrounds you
And sweeps away that happy sight.
Into velvet blackness sinking,
The dazzling, dreaming darkness falls.
Goodbye to haste,and glare, and sunshine,
Time for reverie,night time calls.
On the night-trains gentle journeys,
On this trackless train we ride
Strange visions and haunting pictures
We will see in dreams’ designs.
In my night train,I’ll be happy
In such rich deep reverie.
We visit darkness in our sleeping,
There we learn its ecstasy.
Now we may have no God to hold us,
In His Hands of Living Love,
What will help us trust deep blackness
If there’s no Saviour from above?
Must we enter that great darkness,
Go back to dark from which we came,
Into dark all living creatures,
In that darkness find our home?
Trust the dark unknown, to hold us,
Trust the dark,both night and day.
Must we walk into that darkness
And trust it is our safest way?
According to Freudian theory,writing with a fountain pen is the equivalent of copulation.Damn it.I thought I was a virgin when I got marriedThat Freud.. who does he think he is? God……anyway as we get older we can enjoy this simple outlet without dressing upor on line dating.And you don’t need protection,contraception or metal detection.Lose it the inky way.
I take pleasure seeing leaves turn red.
On trees from whose rich fruit we’re fed.
My apples dropped to mossy lawn,
My plums purpled from sun late born.
Stand still, then listen in the woods.
Hear the sounds of dreaming doves.
Shelter, quiet,by oak and elm,
And find your self in woodland’s realm.
Gaze at clouds through branches high.
See red leaves light up pale sky.
The sun is angled now so low,
The trees their longer shadows show.
In what,at first,seemed silence clear
The chirps of birds, who know no fear
Are gathered to our open ears.
I’d like to live as do wild flowers.
Though life may last but one hour.
An hour of complete submission to
The bliss of love and sun and you.
A moment can be a life time too.
In joy, our love of life’s renewed.
Time stretches out in sweet embrace,
For us who live in earth’s dear space.
How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow, touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers, helping and being helped.
How the hair on the head floats on the breeze, like tentacles of an octopus waving goodbye.
Top eyelid loves the lower one; as we blink they touch like lovers kissing swiftly behind a tree.
and how the light comes in we see a world. [mine may not be yours,] but the blink of my eyelid sends waves through the air, so we’re all touching and being touched, lips kissing each other, kiss all living creatures.
