With an anchor of mass chained to an ankle of glass we are a prisoner of the world you see
It's the lead in our ass that doesn't let us pass light's velocity
It's our girth that ties us to earth and doesn't let us flee
Two places at once we can't be in our hunts for immortality
By entropy strangled we are entangled no matter how far
Though we evolve we dissolve as we reach the farthest star
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Online) - Published: March 5th, 2026 03:48
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way to capture what livings about... I can only imagine if life is being trapped then death must be freedom... when we make it in the after life Soren, let me borrow a pencil
Thank you Demar for the read and comment. Your words are headed and I have gone in search of a pencil. The are exceedingly rare now days with the advent of the keyboard.
Could be another case of - because we are matter, does if matter?
Thank you for the read and comment it is most appreciated
a deep write yet clear in its message enjoyed the read and a like
Thank you Norman for the read and comment it is most appreciated
always most welcome
we are prisonners of our own world and its illusions ;And worse still the illusions of others ...
Thank you Lorenz indeed we are, so recognized
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi your read and comment are most appreciated
Soren, this made me think about how often humanity imagines escape… from gravity, from limits, even from time itself. Your poem gently reminds us that fragility travels with us wherever we go. That last line stayed with me: “Though we evolve we dissolve as we reach the farthest star.” A thoughtful reflection on our place in the universe. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan for your read and comment as always it is most insightful and appreciated
You are most welcome, Soren.
Your poem "Fragile" explores the tension between human aspirations for freedom and immortality and the inherent limitations imposed by our physical existence. The imagery of being "prisoners" of the world highlights the struggles of human existence, where our physical bodies, represented by the "anchor of mass" and "ankle of glass," confine us to a mortal state. The theme revolves around the paradox of human evolution and the quest for transcendence, ultimately suggesting that despite our advancements, we remain bound by the laws of nature and the reality of entropy.
Thank you Friendship for the interpretive review that follows well the intent of the poem. It is most appreciated
Well said.VEry well constructed. Very pleasant to read. A summary of the Human condition god bad and lead in our ass.TAke a bow mi amigo
Thank you David for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Interesting Poem.
Thanks for the read and comment it is most appreciated
That star is out there for us all soren and we will all be free when we get there.
Andy
Thanks so much for the review Andy your words are always most valued
'an anchor of mass chained to an ankle of glass” what a way to describe human fragility.
Thank you so much for your kind review and comment it is always most appreciated
excellent poem, I read it several times with pleasure!
I thank you most humbly Sami for your review and most kind words of comment
yes we are chained down to the earth even if our thoughts are reaching out to the farthest stars, i feel.. agree with your words
Thanks so much for your read and comment it is most valued Nafisa
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