I break a strand of hair
and hang it in the wind
to find a path I could follow, blindly.
but even the wind is wordless
and forms circles.
I spin at the heart of a crossroad
and make a windmill of my own;
a minute later, the tarmac slaps me
and I realise
that all the world's roads are but one.
the square cement tiles are pixels
on which I step compulsively
and connect to draw lines,
of what, I know not,
but which I hope shall make sense
ultimately, as if it were a map.
I feel like a sapling
lost in the open air.
I guess all I can do now
is move in a straight line.
A contest entry
- Pre-writes, new poems, Anything by Never.Give.Up.
525 points, ended September 24, 2008, 104 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - write me a web of words. by deadpixie020.
700 points, ended September 11, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques welcome!
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the square cement tiles are pixels
on which I step compulsively
and connect to draw lines,
of what, I know not,
but which I hope shall make sense
ultimately, as if it were a map.
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that stanza is amaazing
best of luck in the contest
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thank you, i really appreciate your comment and am happy to know you enjoyed this.
bless ya!
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the square cement tiles are pixels
on which I step compulsively
and connect to draw lines,
i LOVE this piece.
I'm going to have to read some more of your writing.
this is brilliant
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thanks a lot.. i'm glad you enjoyed this so much.
i really appreciate it!
bless ya!
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Well writen
This is a great poem, really enjoyed the way is flowed and your creative use of words and phrasing. Particularly liked "the tarmac slaps me and I realise that all the worlds roads are but one" Good luck in the contest.
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^_^ much thank you! i really appreciate your comment and i'm pleased to know that you liked this a lot.
bless ya!
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