Wednesday, February 17, 2010
For my first post I thought I would share my attempt at writing poetry.
Three Empty Metaphors
You are a vacant room
Nothing of value to hold or to give away
Lacking any sense of color to appeal
Nothing to attract others or to sustain your pride
You place your value in anything residing outside yourself
Nothing to fill you or quench your desires
When will you open your stone door?
When will you let the man step inside?
You are a rootless tree
Nothing to fulfill your inherent needs
Lacking any sense of security in the ground
Nothing to keep you from blowing carelessly in the wind
You foolishly trust yourself to provide in a drought
When will you take hold of the soil?
When will you put your faith in something greater than yourself?
You are a reckless child
Nothing holding you back from exploring new territory
Reality concealed by innocence and naivete
Nothing but the encroaching curiosity of the unknown
You blindly trust your false invincibility
When will you stop depending on evil forces to guide you?
When will you submit to aging not only your body, but your mind?