it doesn't matter
if we crawl to the tips
of Mother Earth's fingers
or fall from her dangling toes:
the black is still the same
whatever angle we take.
it all ends in a whisper--
a breath between
the dip and the peak
of our lives on a doctor's
fortune-telling screen.
Author notes
just finished re-watching Persepolis. I guess death is kind of on my mind.
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The final stanza is phenomenal!
The entire poem is awesome though, of course.
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Wonderful write! Great imagery and use of a strong vocabulary! I also liked how you separated the stanzas giving the second one an abrupt feeling sort of like death itself!
Thanks!
~Angi -
this is creative and original- i like the last stanza best. "it all ends in a whisper", this reminds me of much of my own philosophy and understanding of the world; it also reminds me of TS Eliot when he says "this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper"
glad to see someone other than me thinks about heavy issues. thanks for the entry
-cassidy
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To make some-thing nothing is more diffacult than to make nothing some-thing, i feel anyway
very deep with much to ponder!
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It's all the same. Life is all the same to everyone, whether black or white, man or woman, muslim or christian. Just like death is. It's all an universal thing we share and brings us all as one.
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well done, I hope you are alright too.
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