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The meaningless
by Keith D AllisonI lived
and soon I will die
I've wished
that had learned to fly
A
small small small spec
this planet
in a violent universe
Whirling
a round a star
somewhere
in the milky way
Today I sat on a bench
hot this summer day
melting the asphalt way
smiling children play
I contemplated the meaningless
remembering the empty scent
upon the pillow in my bed
for the beast has long ago fainted away
The smell of a burning cigarette
a full bottle of whiskey
a beautiful woman smile
promises, full of lies
Set aside for the destruction of the flesh
soon the fires will burn
all will be gone from this plane
who will contemplate 08/09/2007 Posted on 08/10/2007
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/10/07 at 01:55 AM Very touching poem, Keith. I will contemplate it over and over. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/10/07 at 04:55 PM Your poem certainly exudes a melancholy and though I don't relate to it, I clearly feel it. Your references to the small spec of us gives a fine perspective to our finiteness within something much bigger, and grander in my view, but the apparent vacant scent of a lost love from someone probably not worthy of your "scent" seems to linger. Lies do not a pretty person make, but the longing in this poem suggests a search for meaning and hopefully someone who can share that with you. I love the lines "melting the asphalt way". I love the contrast between the "whirling" in stanza 3 and your sitting on the bench comtemplating. |
| Posted by Jacki M Butler on 08/13/07 at 01:17 AM This is a very sad but excellent piece |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/19/07 at 07:50 PM A philosophical look at life, its waning attraction, a bit of theological view in the last two stanzas. Outstanding blend of fanciful to concrete symbolism. |
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