What is meaning?
The sweet sobriety of a wizened pen rested against a blackened inkwell
Meadows of sun-parched jealousy, bathed in the warm glow of streams of tears
White shadows, autonomus and unfeeling
follow the haze of conformity
how many pass through each day like open doors,
waiting and hoping for any, yet no direction
falling into the open expanse.
What has meaning?
Pain, constant yet non-existent
in a world of allegorical loops
repeating and revising until
Until the instinctive conclusion;
is time really time?
knowing is unknowable, just as thoughts, drifting in the desert breeze
dust.... merely specks of life, dismissed by passing ages
In truth, meaning is a metaphor, passing opinion as fact
as though it were a gift worth giving
Life
The greatest conundrum man has faced
shrouded in mystery and legend
Am i drowning my sorrows in an empty bottle,
watching life drain away as i gorge myself on the sweet nectar of self pity
giving no concern to anyone else around me ;
letting them fade into the background as if they were extras in the screenplay of pain
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Author:
joe.smith1 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
You are 'good at this' (re. your profile), and fine writing for your age. Good poem, though I may not agree with it all. Shakespeare said many wise things, but when he says 'All the world's a stage', I part company with him!
I believe t he search for meaning is a path we all are on, Joe. Enjoyed your poem, and welcome!
thank you !
Very good write. Your sorrows are only part of your short life's experience, put them behind you, learn from them and move forward into your life.
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