I have never been a big
fan of the ocean or being on board. Big oceans scares me, first because I do
not know how to swim, and they are so unlimited, no one can predict what
disaster is going to come. Worse than that is my fear of living on a boat, because
I am partly claustrophobic and I hate not knowing where I was. When read about
half of the poem, I started to experience shortness of breath because of the
anticipation and I had to drink some water for my throat. When finished, my
head hurt a little and my eyes felt exhausted after reading 20 pages of an old
copy with bad computer resolution. Then I remembered my motion sickness when I
was on board and realized that almost felt the same after reading the poem. The
difference is that I did not throw up. It was very hard to remember half of the
thing I just read because of my dizziness. However some scattered words have impressed
on my brain such as fall, falling rose, bone, her, es, os. While reading the
poem, I felt like I was a part of ship, part of the voiceless slaves who tried
calling out for help hopelessly. I pictured myself on the boat, hungry and thirsty
yet wanting to throw up at the same time; top all that is the massive headache
from the seasickness. Of course I could never know what it was like on that
boat and even though I do not like being on board, I am sure that everyone’s
will to live is tremendous no matter what the circumstances are.
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