So many years
passed
with nothing.
Aged in futility,
demised.
An era of wastefulness.
I believe it's a sign
I never recognized
until
the particles seethed,
dispersed,
came swirling through the air
I flickered.
It's about time
to cease moldering
and have a worthwhile existence.
A contest entry
- Dust by Cannonsfire.
650 points, ended March 28, 2008, 16 entries
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Great diction you used, here the words are beautiful.And it is a very intelligently written poem, Great work!
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Thank you very much for taking time to read my poem.
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It's hard to see through it all sometimes, we have to make concious effort to change the way things are. Love, C
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Each has his own choices but better not to perish vainly for each speck of dust blown away measures the values he loses. It's hard to revive a life stiffened by wasted time.
Thanks for the comment.
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The poem flows with ease, giving the reader in quickened thought his/her own life. Few live life! A beautiful poem. Good luck. Frans
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thank you very much for the comment
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