depth,
from the roof of the universe
to the core of the sun
where a compass pricks,
i
can feel
the smallness of my being;
the unnumbered stars
are the collection
of my ignorance
that i still cradle to my breast
when abortion was obvious.
i am an armature
with wires of wrong thickness,
wound up in plaster bandages,
discarded
[pick out the odd one]
axe
for ice rocks:
climb up
to the aristocrats of knowledge
for it is the only way
to feel a mountain under your feet
Author notes
T heThirdEye O.o
A contest entry
- Written Souls by Fedrizzi.
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Critiques welcome!
Comments
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Well done! Good luck in the contest.
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this is a great write just like your other poems. i feel so stuck up with myself and all the great words dancing around my head... i can feel the smallness of my being.
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not in sculpture class, but during that week, yeah. armature.
thank you..
oh, grow big.
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you wrote this poem in sculpture class, right? hmm...
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Wonderfully well written. Very profound and insightful, poet. I look forward to reading more from your gifted pen!
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thank you.
i appreciate your comment!
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