Context: rainey put this together, reportedly in around ten seconds, in response to the peculiarity - or absurdity - of the popularity of William Carlos Williams’ piece This Is Just To Say.
I’ve taken the liberty of giving it a title so as to promote the particular effect the poem (?) had on me at first reading. Given the events leading up to the production of the piece, I believe there’s some irony to be had.
But more than that, it represents what I believe the true essence of poetry: playing with words in such a way to promote a personal, emotional effect.
As for my experience more specifically:
the book = knowledge, experience, wisdom
sits on my desk = is readily available
under a lamp = enlightenment is to be had everywhere under the sun
unmoving = perpetually
with its pages yet to be read = my entire life is ahead of me, and it begins as soon as I choose
Honestly, though. The fact its origins are trivial or silly is even part of what makes it what it is - that you were just ‘messing around’ and yet produced something of value (at least in my eyes). There’s a message to be had there, as well. Truly remarkable.
Ah, but then the credit goes to the reader. The remarkable thing is the interpretation. This says much more about you, Daybreak, than about me.
(Very good things, I might suggest).
Face it rainey, you wrote a poem by trying not to write a poem, or writing a (non-)poem in back-handed response to a Williams’ (non-)poem that supposedly had no effect on you other than ennui.
