Minerals

Second Sonnet, this one's an English or Shakespearean Sonnet

Honestly, I was dead six years ago

My life is no miracle, on this earth

The flat world is spherical, alone

Sand turns to stone, forests give seeds birth

 

But everything dies, I’m no exception

I was but recollections of a man

I am not perfection, reconstructed

Death is amongst us, crushing us in hand

 

We slip through like sand from past time’s rubble

We connect, a stubborn subtle substance

But we are not one rock, every grain suffers

Different numbers, subversive, we cluster

 

Lusting for a chance to own the whole rock

We take life each other, births not enough

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Jack, I enjoy your short poems the most. The sweet simple set up packs a powerful punch with all the meaning put in there! It's full of life and not dull at all! Minerals is something I rarely see as a topic; but nice job!