What Is

What Is

A Poem by John T. Miller
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Little pillars of green,
Blow softly in the wind.
I sit and wonder what I've seen,
What has come, and what has been.

Massive columns of white,
Drift slowly in the sky.
I dully ask who has the right,
To question what is and why.

We sit in vibrations,
Which force us to move.
We strive for a good sensation;
In comfort to set the mood.

I lust for more knowledge.
To know more of what is.
But trapped in the mindless college,
I know no more--than the quiz.

© 2010 John T. Miller


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I really like the comparison between what is natural and what is not. Also the contrast between a thirst for knowledge and what college has become, a place for mindless, repetitive, often pointless judgment. Very nice!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very interesting and well written.
To lust for knowledge is good isn't it?
Enjoyed this..

Chloe

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting poem. Who had the right to question indeed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 16, 2010
Last Updated on May 7, 2010
Tags: knowledge, nature, wind, college, quiz, longing


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