Sitting alone in the park,
Contemplating where to make my mark,
I watch people pass,
Going this way and that.
Some to destinations,
Others for recreation.
And while I ponder my life’s desire,
My world grows tired.
All this sitting, all this waiting,
All this time spent contemplating,
Thinking about life and what is the meaning of,
Where do I go from here and what is love?
A contest entry
- Prewrites :) Yes, as many as you like, but hell this wont be simple. by xxRainbowDawnxx.
700 points, ended November 3, 1093 entries
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I like the feel of this piece and the contemplative nature. Nice write.
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This has a very pleasant flow to it. I enjoyed it immensely. I often find myself walking to the park and being enthralled by the scenery, although I must admit I do not do much people watching, but stand and gaze at the river.
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great sentiments
great way to describe the process of thought, sometimes our thoughts have no conclusions and come full circle just like this poem did! back to contemplation. Well I have contemplated this poem and I think it was very good! good luck in my contest thank-you for entering
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Thank you!
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Glad to have stopped by and read this, you paint a lonely figure, you have written about the world passing you by... just jump on!
Regards.
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your poem creatively raises the existential questions of life, who are we, what are we here for, do we have a soul mate somewhere out there...... I found sometimes it is better to nike! just do it and stumble across the answers as you go along.
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I can't begin to tell you how many times I've driven myself crazy with that question. What is Love? Does it exist? What is the meaning of life? these are all very hard questions to tackle, I'm happy you brought them up.
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