Bright beads over firefly reflections
in stasis
a pool of bone marks time against the glint of
future light
burns to remember the day it died
and rose
petals blossom across the earth I
walked on
the sky is a wheel but who's driving
the wagon?
Author notes
Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect -- my second favorite Decemberists song, by the way, behind July, July! -- is about the cycles and rhythms (and falsities) of things, in my opinion. The video also accesses it via seasons. This poem gets at the cyclic nature of everything while also critiquing the idea of purpose.
I thought about titling it 'Here I Dreamt There Was An Architect' if that helps any.
A contest entry
- here I dreamt I was an architect. by etoile.
2825 points, ended August 20, 13 entries
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Comments
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ooh I like your take on the prompt. that's how I view the video as well. I like the imagery you wrote with as well.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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