The Pursuit of Knowledge [Terza Rima 1] Poem, by -DR, at My poetic side

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But i - all i am - made from - are words.

Thoughts - Dandelion seeds - drifting in wind

Strands strung delicately in patterned

Woven nests Sentences pressed Ideas in mind.

Hastily sigh, creatively convey, feel

, And birthed dreams never said or find.

My heart clutches similar burning ideal.

Emotions I seek not, but only passion!

Here lies, heart and mind, an inner ordeal.

Knowledge! Cram all bits down my throat. My mission?

consume it entirely, so i too become consumed by it.

To know is an infernal desire. A fission

Of thought brings pure ecstasy, fulfillment

for proclaimed voids between word symphonies

bleeding through veins, chest, heart, mind oh so nonexistent.

I, Wordly Persistent.

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sorenbarrett March 11th, 2026 16:59
Words dissolve in air. In this poem I hear the narrator identifying with words and their ephemeral nature. A lovely write

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