Life is an empty abode
Built on the verge of
An invisible road
Leading to perpetual death
Muted in an eternal mode
Deprived of an omen
Or a node
Red, yellow, green
Encircled in a triadic universal code.
The color of life's path written in a very nice mataphors...fabulous verses written.
Dear poet, It´s due to us to fill life with meaning or emptiness. My concept of life includes many things but it to be empty. All these colors come from man´s heart. And man´s hearts are full of many things. It´s up to us to give or deprive life from itself. May ' itself' be whatever you conceive it to b e. It depends on perspective, where you place yourself is very important on the way you describe and feel things. It seems you were a bit depressed when you wrote this poem, or I might be wrong and didn´t catch the real meaning. Still, I really appreciate your style.
culture, oh culture, how can you do such a thing to people who obtain you, who choose to make you only emptiness, explain you as ineffable, malicious; pit against others who just follow this illusion of life, and yell, shout, scream with only a resonance of someone elses voice, they can't even see. i like it.
You certainly don't waste words in this insightful poem about life and death and the limited choices we humans may make on our journey. Your use of triage as a metaphor for prioritizing is most interesting and certainly encourages this reader pause and reflect. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Yes, the only thing we are sure of is death- when our moment comes...nature goes on doing what it has done from the beginning of time - they are better off than we humans but we interfere with them too....good write this. Thank you Cindy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple truth.............a good write.