What a small world I live in, of sadness, subsistence.
Navel-gazer. My storm-in-a-teacup existence.
What's worse is the blindess in me, and the bias
The self-reliance, pragmatic, yet pious
These eyes refuse to acknowledge the truth
And laugh at those ones who would say any sooth
Their voices are loud; I shrink from the din
Crawl into myself, and I shut myself in
How my world seems to quiver, to shrink away
From the love of others, and the things they say
Yet I long for something to shatter my pride
Let some influential body inside
My loneliness turns my little life white
And nothing seems good, or clever, or right
If I love, then my world will be red like flame
And I'll burn with the secret of my lover's name
Now I wait for the time when my world will expand
I'll spread open like the fingers of a hand
When, like a flower, I'll flicker undone
And drink from the bountiful gold of the sun.
Author notes
I wanted to be inspired in some way. Written in ten minutes, twenty lines.
A contest entry
- as we are... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 17, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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An excellent and most poignant poem, brilliantly concieved and wonderfully done....the final line is superb! bravo... bravo.. bravo..
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I love the last four lines. I haven't enjoyed a poem so much in ages.
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Thank you, darling Liv.
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