Chilled by windy silence,
Dark paths are paved with thought,
Creeping ambiguity
Of what perception’s not.
Wide spaces cultivate
The spawning mind’s crusade
Of precious, pre-thought notions,
Pre-shrunk and tailor-made.
Such centrifuge of self
Will surely spell regret,
For what in introspection
Have seekers to forget?
From ash again to ash,
Why test the cycle’s proof?
Dirty are the hearts of those
Who hold their wits aloof.
Breath by breath, icy truth
Pervades the humble soul;
Step by step the road reveals
Step by step the road reveals
The hole within the whole.
Without my grainy spec
This shore would still remain,
Churning, as it has and will,
With others’ loss and gain.
I, a passing fancy
Upon this present sea,
Will seek what was sought before:
To live, to love, to be.
Callie, I really enjoyed reading your poem! You really have a talent in your ability to write poetry. My favorite part of the entire poem is definitely the last line: "to live, to love, to be". I think that it relates to the title, tying the poem together, though I am not exactly sure how. It just connects well. I also love the idea of seeking something constantly sought of in the past and throughout life. I also like the short lengths of your poetry lines and the phrases that you used. My only suggestion would be to remove the phrase "icy truth" and replace it with "ice" to help the poem flow better.
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