A gift.
Life.
A mosaic of time.
A painful process.
Pieces break.
To create something bigger.
These small fragments seem so disarrayed.
But create something better.
No two creations ever look the same.
This is the one.
This is yours.
Like it or not.
Live YOUR life.
Author notes
This is a short poem, unlike the descriptive style I usually write in, but after reading Emily Dickenson, one of my favorite poets, I was intrigued and eager to try to write a shorter, simpler poem. These poems are still packed with meaning, and actually more of a challenge, for each word is chosen with much care. Look deeper. Gaze between the lines to grasp the true meaning of this poem.
A contest entry
- Nik Kershaw's Greatest Lyrics Contest by Modern Talking.
600 points, ended April 28, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - you can watch your soul ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 22, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - round one (for everyone) prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER (AND YES THAT MEAN'S YOU too by serenity silvermoon.
927 points, ended February 16, 1509 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the description of the life in subtel nature here...well done..my thanks for such a wise entry in my contest...
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Oh! I love the imagery in this poem! It's beautiful... And really makes sense... This is wonderfull...
I can just see the colors..
Wonderful poem
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oh prettyyy! lovely.
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Even though you didn't put your quote in your notes, I could easily see where you were coming from when you wrote this. I never thought of life as a mosaic...that's a very original thought process, and I like it. I think it could have had a bit more to it, and I would have loved to see it, because it's great as it is.
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