Reversal
New Member
Hi!
I've been trying to improve my poetry in preparation for EE2.
I'd love some constructive critism or comments on which parts to keep/lose.
Thanks!
The Point
I try and try to be the best,
Just to reach the end.
That end at which but one question lies,
Shall I reach heaven?
Or will I join them?
There is an unknown fate for all,
All of us ants.
Catching our grain in sieves.
Perhaps I should fall,
Relax into life,
Watch the opportunities float by,
Sailing on the waves of go-getters.
I’ve seen them around,
Many nearby,
Apathy enshrouding the world,
Yet happy in comfort granted by others.
There is Joe-blow mowing his lawn,
Working each day he feeds his family,
Is he the model of an idyllic life?
Why strive to be mediocre?
I’ll snag the chance when it hits me full on,
But I’ll let some go when just out of my reach,
Do you need a mother to help you along?
Should I search for meaning–
In the world made of hay?
“No evidence that life is serious!”
No sir, I beg to differ.
I find that sadness had encroached.
A grave matter.
So I’ll dig in the ruins of social value,
To seek the needle of truth.
I've been trying to improve my poetry in preparation for EE2.
I'd love some constructive critism or comments on which parts to keep/lose.
Thanks!
The Point
I try and try to be the best,
Just to reach the end.
That end at which but one question lies,
Shall I reach heaven?
Or will I join them?
There is an unknown fate for all,
All of us ants.
Catching our grain in sieves.
Perhaps I should fall,
Relax into life,
Watch the opportunities float by,
Sailing on the waves of go-getters.
I’ve seen them around,
Many nearby,
Apathy enshrouding the world,
Yet happy in comfort granted by others.
There is Joe-blow mowing his lawn,
Working each day he feeds his family,
Is he the model of an idyllic life?
Why strive to be mediocre?
I’ll snag the chance when it hits me full on,
But I’ll let some go when just out of my reach,
Do you need a mother to help you along?
Should I search for meaning–
In the world made of hay?
“No evidence that life is serious!”
No sir, I beg to differ.
I find that sadness had encroached.
A grave matter.
So I’ll dig in the ruins of social value,
To seek the needle of truth.