Recently I have been struggling with the idea of concreteness. Sometimes it seems as though everything needs an ending or a logical explanation. Because without one, there seems to be no point in the experience, the relationship, the activity- you name it. However, I have come to realize how flawed this logic is. There is great purpose in process and experience and I now believe that rational concreteness takes away passion and emotion and is therefore overrated. I decided to write a concrete poem (in the shape of a pencil) to explain how I've been feeling. I hope you all enjoy The Fine Line of Life.
After a day’s
Mistakes
You can’t erase
Them, but there’s
Always tomorrow
There’s a part
Of everyone
That’s as myopic
As a metal ferrule
But it gives us
Security to have
Our own opinons
But what’s inside
Our core? We don’t
Always let everyone
See. We cover our
Feelings and dreams
With a hard, plain
Exterior. But What
We Enshroud
Ourselves in is not
Solid, in fact it can
Easily be broken;
Cracked right in
The middle. We
Try to keep our
Mold the same as
Everyone else’s.
We strive to be
Tall and skinny;
How society wants
Us to be. People
Use us,it’s bound
To happenWe let
Them wear us
Down, until we
Feel like we’re
Being grinded
R el e ntle ssly,
Spinning in circles
Into an answer
Sheet of a stand-
Ardized test. Yet
We continue to
Go through life.
We pick ourselves
Up and continue
To shape and write
The next chapter
Of our being.But
After years of
Mistakes and
E n d l e s s
Revisions We
Have to ask
Ourselves
What’s
The
Point
