A dustspeck
On a dustspeck
In a whirlwind chaos of dustspecks;
But when I die
Reality dies with me.
A contest entry
- FREE VERSE--- ANY SUBJECT---1540 POINTS ALMOST NO RULES GOLD GETS 1000 POINTS COME SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, YESSA! by echo-ink.
1450 points, ended September 16, 2008, 26 entries
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I like this. a lot.
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I love the dustspeck aspect. I'm confused about the last line though "reality dies with me" seems contradictory to the rest of the poem. But its a good short poem, in general i'm not a fan of short ones, but this one catches my attention.
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The basic idea is that while I live a short-ass time, as an artist, I form the world. We may all be faced with the same visual stimuli, but its the meaning we apply to it that creates our reality. So when I die, all the reality I ever knew fades with me.
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That has to be one of the best philosophies i have ever heard. You just gave your poem a whole new aspect for me, and i like it even more now! You've given me a new appreciation for short poems.
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Short and sweet, Thanks for entering,
Bell
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