Open Poetry #30 |
In Futile Strides |
gummidemilo New Member
since 2003-02-25
Posts 9 |
Uh, my first adventures in free verse: We, this inspired race Of men tortured, questioning, discerning Who ponder worlds Explore depths Contemplate life Even the greatest minds, creating the greatest works Expressing the unimaginable Are but ants Stumbling across fields Vast, covered in small stones Which seem as monuments to something too large Too incredible Too beyond this sphere of reason, Foreign to chemical impulses, To be seen in context of their boundless harmony We are but ants Struggling to understand the stars [This message has been edited by gummidemilo (01-11-2004 01:12 AM).] |
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