Allocations
With each tick inaudible counting
Burdens, and they throw me off—
They serve me for supper and I
Inevitably become digested.
I must become dust and tarry
In the course of my transition.
Diffuse I, a metaphor of
The number of things (which
Due to cruel accumulation
Has become exceedingly large).
For once things exist
They go on existing,
In an endless chain of faceted eyes.
In whose sheen is refracted
The train of consequence to
Transport its goods to the next,
As-of-yet-not-existing—
Whose destiny the metaphor presages.
For this reason I allow myself
To be eaten by Burdens.
Something, after all, must
Turn me microscopic
To mingle with Causes.
Written by
5/5/18
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Photography by
Undrtheskysoblue
@d-pend
.1 — "Tick"
2 — "Day Fifty Four"
3 — "Day Eighty Seven"
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The weekly update which should have been posted today is coming! Sorry for the delay. I appreciate everyone who posted their comments and weekly finds on the previous update, but I actually intended them to be posted on this week's. I'll explain it all in the post tomorrow. Hope you're having a nice weekend :-)
Thanks again for this poem and mini update @d-pend. The fifth stanza is one sentence:
Take your time.
Although the internet world seems to move faster than reality we have the power to make it stand still. You are like the Dr. Strange of Steemit. You can beat Crono's butt.
Taking on burdens as means to still care... 10000 honey grapes for you :)
these verses describe my present situation. beautiful poetry, shared on twitter
For this reason I allow myself
To be eaten by Burdens.
Something, after all, must
Turn me microscopic
To mingle with Causes.
Everyday we add to those facets ... so true ... when will we learn a lead penny doesn't shine. Truly, truly fabulous write reminding of the importance of staying in the moment or else get consumed and ground down by time:):):) Bravo:)
For this reason I allow myself
To be eaten by Burdens.
Something, after all, must
Turn me microscopic
To mingle with Causes
great personification,amazing lines my friend, this verse tend to take root, I felty mind drifting into the image you were trying to paint, I see your image on the top looks like time travel, more reason why I'm still musing
This piece is so emotional, I don't know what is going through your mind right now but no matters what I wish you a very good luck. All the six stanzas really connect together to give the poem is desirable meaning. The rhythm in between the lines and the imagery portray beautiful the poem more. Keep the good work flowing man. You are always consistent.
Good poem. Have a great day @d-pend.
Your writing is much better
Interesting poem ! Beautiful lines @d-pend !
Please me revote.