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October 7, 2010
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My disposition speaks with that of flight,
From shifting dreams unfettered by the night,
Of unsuspected nature’s irony,
Unlocked by those who’ve known to lose the key.

Our moments spent encircled by the time,
It takes to find the reason for the rhyme,
Whilst unbeknown our doubles take their stance,
Rewriting ours with their infectious trance.

For what of other universe is known,
Our minds have shrunk and yet our scale has grown,
As group-by-group we feed the great divide,
With color blinded eyes we judge the pied.

Into our elder’s mold have we been pressed,
Refuse to think that life is but a test!
Yet revolution wisped upon fair ears,
And marvel’s proof allayed unsettled fears.

I’ll ask of what our meaning has been strewed,
Upon free ceiling starred yet binded crude.
Of heaven’s might and greater consequence?
Or earthly foes from mere coincidence?

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FeedTheBirds said...
Oct. 20, 2010 at 9:04 pm

I am curious why you chose to write it in sonnet style in verse. (It sounds very Shakespearean ... almost like Puck).

Is this poem about society's tendance to overemphasize our own importance in the scheme of things?

If I'm wrong, what are you saying?

(curious. the first half of the poem and second half seem like they have different objectives).

crubs3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 21, 2010 at 3:43 pm
Its kind of like why do things happen in the world?? Coincidence or not???
FeedTheBirds replied...
Oct. 21, 2010 at 3:51 pm

Hm. The first person in the first two stanzas make the poem seem more about the narrator or a relationship. But then you get into the universe and things.

I just don't see their connection.

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