The mighty question of:
To think, or not to think?
Blatant destruction of a master.
But done so willfully
and without thought.
Sipping on my morning coffee,
puffing on my tobacco vice
reading depressing news.
All I can think of is
thought.
Seldom seen, occasionally heard,
rarely put into practice.
Yet, it is one of the mightiest
talents given to us.
I drag myself to the salt mines,
spend wasted hours
buried in nonsense,
all the while thinking
thoughts of mayhem,
madness, mutilation,
mundane, everyday thoughts,
that have so little consequence
as to go unnoticed by me.
But, I think,
perhaps I should stop.
Thinking, that is.
Author notes
Um, this kind of came to me following a conversation I just recently had. Not the best I've ever written, and no doubt, when my Muse returns she will be horrified! lol
A contest entry
- Notice the unnoticed by Dienush.
900 points, ended July 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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First I must say that the title doesn't sound very appealing to me, and sometimes that's what attracts or pushes readers away from poetry. Otherwise, this poem is interesting, thoughtful, and I like it, though I feel repeating words like "think" and "thought" takes away some from your poem. It's just that things get too preachy. I prefer it when it shows things, when it lets the reader draw the conclusions. My favorite bits were,
"Sipping on my morning coffee,
puffing on my tobacco vice
reading depressing news.
All I can think of is
thought."
Also like the "rarely put into practice" idea, it's so ironic. And
"I drag myself to the salt mines,
spend wasted hours
buried in nonsense,"
I do agree that this seems unpolished, but I think you have created some great material to work with and this could turn out lovely if you reworked it (not that it isn't good as it is, I'm just telling you my opinion). You have some images and concepts here that would probably be worth the effort
Thanks for the entry 
~Diana

