Passing today on yesterday's path

Passing today on yesterday's path

A Poem by Relic

My words mean little.
They are the dust particles
of past thoughts and past ideas
written down in the moment;
mere snapshots in life’s
spiral notebook
that, weeks later,
may seem irrelevant ashes of 
an idea still burning.
~
My words:
~
My words are the fallout
of a night’s carefree episode
on the thin ice of a laptop.
The meeting of a spirit with
fingers; a beyond from a before;
a flame from a spark;
a horizon from darkness.
~
But really,
~
my words:
~
my words
mean very little
and will fade with time
as my thoughts lead elsewhere.

© 2024 Relic


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One never know what echoes our words will leave but this stanza had me smiling and fully immersed in your words.

My words are the fallout
of a night’s carefree episode
on the thin ice of a laptop.
The meeting of a spirit with
fingers; a beyond from a before;
a flame from a spark;
a horizon from darkness.

Wonderful write, Relic:)


Posted 1 Month Ago


Relic

1 Month Ago

Thanks very much for your thoughts on this, Pryde. :)
i often think about how futile writing really is. no one reads any more. and those who do often find a way to misinterpret it. but lately i've been thinking, as long as i find fulfilment in it, even a little, what's wrong with that? and considering how beautifully this work was written -- "a flame from a spark; / a horizon from darkness..." -- maybe you think so too? anyway, i'll go and read one of your stories next, and i look forward to it.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Relic

1 Month Ago

I've been there. I usually let people interpret a poem the way they want. I find it interesting to s.. read more
I like this it was deep and the particles part whoa 🤯😳

Posted 1 Month Ago


Relic

1 Month Ago

Thank you, Sophia. :)
The truth is unless you're John Donne or somebody like that, your words will probably be forgotten. Really, who remembers who won the Nobel Prize for poetry in 1947? It's the satisfaction of creating something you feel is worthwhile that matters.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Relic

1 Month Ago

Thanks for the comment, John. :)
Words will always be . .
And while your thoughts may tumble through time and space, they'll always find a place - to hibernate.

You are so talented and creative.
I'm in complete awe right now.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Relic

1 Month Ago

Thanks so much for the nice comment, Brandy.

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Added on November 8, 2024
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