Thursday, December 31, 2009

A life is like a poem.....

A life without hopes, goals, dreams,
Without a sense of moving forward,
Obsessed with the ancients long past,
Refusing to embrace the changes,
Life with a dearth of opportunities.

Is like a poem without descriptors,
With stagnant language,
Which refuses to paint a vivid picture,
Instead relying on old cliques,
A poem without anywhere to go.


Kathy Haynie said...

"A poem without anywhere to go" - love the metaphors.

Mike said...

I love it. I love the hint that the poem will go nowhere, but yet it does go somewhere.

JuliaKoponick said...

I am glad you both like it. I oftentimes write poems that I think are clever, and when I go back and read them, it is obvious that all they say is that I am trying to be clever.

While I do think there are some clever elements, which you picked up on, I think the poem also stands by itself, and is one of my favorites that I wrote this year.