Brown faces turning to a beam of dim light
Being crushed by the feet of walking Sun
Like an old mill making the off-white flour
From whole grains of
...
Read full text
A confessional poem. By using the metaphor of Wheat it starts right from the old Adam and goes through infectious process of aging.... Life is a parasitosis......... Time is an invisible worm as well and there is no insectifuge.
Everyone shouldn't think of death because it is coming we want or not, if we would it would be late we should look at life and love and enjoy our days, after we'll be nothing.
Interesting concept here: 'I do confess That I am Guilty Of cultivating a dying life', the poem is well composed with powerful suggestions and bitter confessions. It is quite terrible to realize that one is living a dying life. I like this contradiction.
Wonderful poem. I love the first stanza
SYED, WELL EXAMINED AND WELL PUT! BEAUTIFUL. AGING MAY BE A FACT OF LIFE, A REALITY, BUT I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I DON'T WANT TO AGE AND BECOME HANDICAPPED AND DEPENDENT ON OTHERS. THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TIME ON THIS EARTH TO OVERCOME OUR IGNORANCE, IN MY OPINION, OR TO FULLY DEVELOP OUR TALENTS. TAKE DOWN THE MALLS, CAST OFF THE BLING BLING, FORGET STYLIN', HAVE ONLY NECESSITIES AND ENJOY THE GRANDEUR OF MOTHER NATURE AND MUSIC AND LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. TREASURE ANIMALS. DON'T EAT THEM. SHARE AND HELP OTHERS. IF WE'RE ONLY HERE TO PROCREATE, WHICH BIOLOGY ATTESTS TO, THEN, WELL THEN, DEATH IS INEVITABLE. THE SEEDS DRY UP AND WE DRY UP. YUCK. A GOOD WRITE, SIR. THANK YOU, CAROL
If you live long enough you will get old. Everything in this world is finite. But would we have it any other way? Excellent write. As always, Sandra
Aging is the process of nature...............our testimonials will be the benchmark of our past! ! Great writes my bro Kamran...as usual.
hey find it good but i need to write it 2-3 times more to capture the actual soul of this poem...gr8 work
hey once again another heavy stuff for my poor brain. Kamran too good --nice write +++++10 regards anju
Great poem. Realizing that dying begins at the moment of conception, I live life fully in and through each and every moment I'm alive. Not dwelling on it, yet looking forward to it's intense peace one day. Thank you for sharing, a great write. Very thoughtful poem. RoseAnn