A string

Life and strings...

This life...

Nothing but an entangled mass

of threads maybe

Where we don't know the beginning

Nor the end

Of the string of our life.

Assuming to begin with our parents

And hoping to end with our children

We still face confusion about our existence

 

Some strings...

So tighly held that they might break

Other strings...

Just hanging there

Waiting to fall and disappear into nothingness

 

I am not sure...

Which type of string I am

 

I feel that I'm left out

A lone string in this entangled mass

And I prepare to detach myself

 

That's when I notice a hundred more strings

Slightly attached to me

Surrounding me

And the more I try to go away

The tighter their grip becomes

 

But when I remain still

I again feel as if I'm the only string around

A broken string...

 

I'm not sure...

Which type of string I am...

Author's Note

Well, I tried a new concept. Just something that once came up in my mind. I'm not sure that I framed it well, but in the first read, it souded good...well, not THAT good...but yeah!! a little bit ok...

Reviews

[*Kantola*]

Wonderful concept with strings. I never thought that I string could be related to life, except for it begins and it ends. You did a wonderful job with comparing them! No one really knows what type of string they are until they put every ounce of mind force into actually thinking about what they are. Me, personally, IDK and i dont really want to know :P This was a beautiful poem! Keep on keepin' on.

[Amanda]

a wonderful write, Siya....life does feel that way sometimes, but it is the strings of life that make us what we are. some of those strings lead us to maybe the best in life, sometimes not, but you will never know unless you go out and see for yourself what there is.

This life...
Nothing but an entangled mass
of threads maybe
Where we don't know the beginning
Nor the end
Of the string of our life.

this is like a journey, it isn't just the destination but the journey itself that is important.

nice job, Siya.

Always,

Amanda

[The Outlaws' Song]

This is a wonderful write!! The metaphor you used is just brilliant and yes, the poem reads wonderfully!!!

Wonderful!!!!!!

[alternative_be]

This is fabulous!
I liked this from the title onwards, well chosen, because 'strings' can have so many meanings that you do not know what to expect when you start reading this poem.
Yes, some times in life can make us feel like a puppet on a string!
But you also could be a string of a Stradivarius violin...

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

BEAUTIFUL!!!!
GREAT WRITE!!
KUDOS!!!

[Pj]

I loved this....I can't say much more...definately one of your best works!!!

[John Stussy]

This is a new thought alright, and very deep and well-thought-out! i think you're an orange string in a pile of purple ones :P look at it this way, you're the cool string they wanna be, but since they aren't they try to make you seem un-cool. :)

[Dani California]

Wow, I like this a lot Siya! Very clever and creative!! And it does sound THAT good!

You know you got that writer thing goin on... lol :)

Awesome!!! But then, all of your writing is... :) :)

[Phil Sanders]

Cleverly constructed and beautifully written ...