What happens when we cross the line from the world of the seen to the world of the unseen? |
Written for "The Writer's Cramp" daily prompt due August 2. Poetry, 40 lines. Prompt was to use one of several opening lines. The one I have chosen is bolded in the first stanza. All constructive criticism and encouragement are welcome. ***************** I was born to wonder... When I step foot across that line between the world seen and the world yet unseen, With all these questions and endless debates between lovers and friends regarding when life begins, how often have I considered when--definitively--does life end? I was born to wander... Through patches of darkness between glimmers of light, hidden from the world, With ever an instinctive knowledge to run, to fly, to seek out crevices in which to hide yet to find only great expansive voids, never knowing for certain just when will I be allowed to land? I was born to hunger... When I consider what I lost and what I had yet to gain from the emptiness within, With only a jaded remembrance of what it meant to be full, to be wholly satisfied, exuberant in satiation, with knowledge of nothingness, will I ever find contentment again? I was murdered to malinger... With grayed memories of life, joy, moments of effervescent happiness mixed with the agony of regret, With reverberating recollections of one single moment, a snapshot in time of the transition from the world of the seen to the world of the unseen, what good then is it to wonder? |