Ideas, dreams, unfathomable things!A Poem by ~Sorcha~for a contest and for fun, italics are one voice, bold another, both of one mindIdeas, dreams, unfathomable things! They twist, they churn, they freeze and burn! How do such strange things come to life? Where are these things that bark, that bite?
Or better yet, I wish to know When these things die, where do they go? Do they, like dogs, go straight to heaven? Or like sins abound, in hell they're found?
Ah better yet, I think I know These things, ideas you say they're called They disappear into a fog
A fog, you say? Why how absurd They do not die, they're just unheard
Unheard? You say they cannot speak? So they are mute, or are we deaf?
Deaf you think, are you a fool? If we are deaf, how do we hear?
I see your point, my voluptuous friend But if they do not die, how do they end?
They do not end, they live forever Not life, not death, but inbetween
Remember friend, 'tis you who asked Where do they go when they have died If heaven or hell they can be found
You call me to lie on such a thing? Preposterous! I never mused such simple ideas Why would I wonder the absurd as you You who would argue a mute point till it's deaf
But absurdity is as it does You mused the idea of ideas death And in the end a circle bounds For in it's death, another's found © 2010 ~Sorcha~Reviews
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7 Reviews Added on May 23, 2010 Last Updated on May 23, 2010 Author~Sorcha~Kaiserslautern, Germany (deployment), WAAboutI like to write; these past few years I have just hit writer's block after block. There are so many things in my life I could write about, but I can still never seem to find the words for any of it. .. more..Writing
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