The mundane talk around me makes me want to die
I cry tears of crystal, clear and majestic
Sparkling in the moonlight
I can't handle staying here in this mediocre world when I'm soaring past the stars in my heart
Take me away, devour me in art.
This shows your commitment towards your chosen art. A gem of a poem, sparkling spontaneously. Since the current topic on PH is on ‘ Peace, ’ I invite you to read my poem entitled ‘ A Nice Wise Guy, ’ on PH
I am amazed to read your beautiful short poem. It itself is a beautiful piece of art. A heart that soars high in the sky cannot be happy with the mundane, mediocre world. The last line is very absorbing, appealing.10/10 from me.
Leah you simply can't put a price tag on something like this though some would try to you simply can't these are wise words that go beyond any wisdom they bring to mind. They say something and it's very loud, precise and clear! Corporations promote what makes money while true art fades in the background and sometimes never sees the light of day. So sad it is and I understand your sentiment on every level =) P'S congrats on P.O.T.D I couldn't leave a comment that day this site was being bi-polar in the worst of ways or I would have. =)
An artist's or writer's ultimate ambition but always deadened by the mundane grind of daily life. Well written poem, thanks for sharing.
A portrait of every persons own dilemma conveyed in these wonderful words from your delicate hand. What your saying is definitely something I can relate and many hear have said, but you do it with a beauty and magnitude that is all your own. Stellar stuff, and may art be healing you.
Art within art, your words have soared past the page and touch the hearts of many...thank you for sharing.....
can't handle staying here in this mediocre world when I'm soaring past the stars in my heart Take me away, devour me in art. this last sentence was the key of your poem. when the heart soars high, you desire to escape this mundane and mediocre....... aim high. you will become great.
I really like this metaphor that opens the poem I CRY TEARS OF CRYSTAL, CLEAR AND MAJESTIC / SPARKLING IN THE MOONLIGHT. The language there is so heightened it pushes the memory of mundane speech out of the picture. Unfortunately, the metaphor is only words, so the crisis continues. And it has grown to encompass the mediocrity of the world. And your responsive metaphor is even more expansive I'M SOARING PAST THE STARS IN MY HEART. Words as tools of transcendence can't go any further, so the poem ends with a kind of self -immolation: DEVOUR ME IN ART, which promises an intense lifestyle of creativity as a way out of both the mundane and the mediocre. This a Poem of Commitment and Liberation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a Diamond that puts to shame the weak light flowing from the stars. Perfect! !