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Living

I cannot die
In the same way that you cannot live.
I am dead every day
And you are alive every day, though
Every day you are alive, you never live.
You, who were fortunate enough to be given life
Waste it every day.
If I were lucky enough
I would not waste time as you do,
Lingering by every stream to watch
The water wrestle and tumble over rocks,
There are plenty of rocks here
In this place for those who have died
And those who have never lived,
Rocks and waterfalls and floating leaves.
I would not waste time
Lying in the field beyond the barn
With your eyes closed and your shirt unbuttoned
Feeling the sun on your stomach.
Every day you waste your gift
Without knowing, you waste it.
Given the chance I would do
Everything.
Life is a race to experience everything,
I want to know what they mean when they say love,
Anger and grief.
Here, there are no emotions
No wonder or beauty or awe,
Things simply are.
In the world you were allowed to glimpse,
You amble along, cheerfully
How can you not see
That you need to run,
Go everywhere,
See everything.
You don’t have enough time there
To stop and look around
You need to get where you’re going
Now, while there is time and earth
And life left in you.
In your place I would be
Doctor, lawyer, reporter
Everything.
You were given the chance to do anything, everything
And you waste it,
Spending a winter afternoon feeling the cold of rain drops
Splashing on your cheeks like tears.

Author notes

I think this needs a little work. It's sort of an experiment here. Tell me what you think. Thanks!

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  • Young Hawk
    January 26, 2009

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    I don't how to say what I like about it, but the beats of the poem and the imagery (okay I tend to overuse that word) is what I really like. I can sense the exasperation of wanting to see everything when you can't, then seeing others waste what you really want to do. This probably doesn't make sense anyways....
    My favorite part was
    Lingering by every stream to watch
    The water wrestle and tumble over rocks,
    There are plenty of rocks here
    In this place for those who have died
    And those who have never lived,
    Rocks and waterfalls and floating leaves.





    • Colin Night
      January 27, 2009
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      Thanks, Hawk.
      I always appreciate the feedback. Glad you liked it.
      -Colin


  • Saturday Mar
    January 15, 2009
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    Wow. This is an experiment that really worked! You write really well, that's all I can say
    -S

    • Colin Night
      January 17, 2009
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      Thanks Mar!!! You are an amazing writer. I'm glad you liked it.
      Cheers,
      -Colin

  • Himmelkratzer
    January 14, 2009

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    I think it's interesting and original, and I like it the way it is. Like all of your writing, you really tell alot with your words. Nice job!

    • Colin Night
      January 14, 2009
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      Thanks, Himmel. I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the read!
      -Colin

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