Juxtaposition of a Light

Trying to be informational and at the same time inspiring.

Aggressively,
I left the wetland
Took my first gulp of errant air,
Sublime...

Gazed to a light so blinding,
No wonder,
Just curious.

Time passes by
The light dimmed
Still I knew it in the sky,
and now I called its name...

My cognition bequests
As the vein grew wider
on my brain

I classify...
Simply not knowing
that they are grouped,
No wonder, still.

I have left the innocence,
and those fading, returning
lights.

The cosmos and constellations
are part of my mind young.

Never believed Angels
nor Demons per say.
But that of Stars are real.

Now I dream
as part unconscious
I belittle this brain.

So beloved,
I can write in-depth
What I know far from before.
The poem now starts... 

"Juxtaposed of a light
Dreamer of the night
A child grew wiser
In me I saw these lights..."

As despair began,
I crippled to my bed,
Took a sneak on windows open
Trying to find another one
But I can see no more
For before it was blinding
Now grew old, I am blind.

Author's Note

No pun intended, I want to learn new sounding words. So in this poem I forcefully added in my vocabulary: juxtaposition:

Juxtaposition - merely the understanding of what is seen to be what is illogically perceived (i.e., That a glass is a glass and it will break.)


The Cognitive Theory by Piaget: The development of our cognition starts from Sensorimotor, Preoperational, Concrete Operation, and matures on Formal Operation.

As the child grows, it begins to foster stimuli around his/her environment; trying to see symbols and adopt it through senses. Illogical perception as to juxtaposition begins at the Preoperational stage. Eventually as the child begins to conceptualize things, classify, elaborate, exaggerate, and even scientifically justify or explain things, he/she is beginning to reach the stage of the maturity of cognition Formal operation.

In this poem also, try to correlate the notion 'From Womb-Tomb' and you will surely enjoy this read. =)

Reviews

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This poem has an almost Dadaist quality to it. I enjoy the rambling nature of it and the general sense of ominious progression that I feel. I love the bit about angels and demons and stars.

I'm curious about your definition of "juxtaposition".... is it based in psychology? It's not the layman definition which is merely the instance of two objects (or things or concepts) being placed next to each other.

Anyway, no matter. Lovely poem. Surreal. Thank you for sharing. :)

[Dalebear]

Good write

[Dante Balsote]

"For before it was blinding/Now grew old, I am blind." Succinctly stated despair.

I classify...
Simply not knowing
that they are grouped,
No wonder, still.

Whoah! Nicely said again! How I wish you didn't "classify" your poem! Haha!