Lobsters

Before we started poetry I have always thought that poetry had to rhyme, but when we read Lobsters it was the total opposite. I have always thought that poems were confusing but when I saw the structure of the poem Lobsters, there were some parts I couldn't understand at the first 2 or 3 glances. Like the part where he talks about a lobster being a "somnambulist and climbing over the shell of a dream of himself." That had me perplexed for a while until I looked up somnambulist and figured out that the meaning I thought it was, was wrong. That part talks about how the lobster is walking over his own kin as if he was sleepwalking.

This ideal that we don't what we are doing as if it is very surreal and dreamlike is kind of like everyday life. We are trapped in this dream void and we don't know what is going on outside of life. The world is just so unreal that we don't know what happened in one place, almost as if we are stuck in our own little world in the place that we live in. Just like the lobsters who are collected and brought to the shopping mart, they are placed in a tank, and trapped there, the world is like a dream, they don't understand any of this. The world in my perspective is like a dream, but that doesn't mean one should give up and not move on, instead they should move on and hope to conquer this dream, and live a better life.