a poem I wrote

SolarSoul

Padawan Learner
This Poem came to me while walking threw a crowded city full of tourists. Generally I despise tourists and there frantic search for instant happiness, but "a poet never diverts his eyes" and I enjoy the anonymity and alone-ness amongst strangers. Most of the time situations that arise disgust, inner conflict and shock inspire me to become creative. Tourists always remind me of a hord of gigantic Maggots, consuming everything in their way, noisy, respectless and demanding, more more more more more!



NO-THING

One million Forms
destroy
one million Forms
I live forever
I am more like the wind,
if you try to catch me I am not there
yet your world remains a tiny fraction of my violent dreams
One million Forms
destroy
One million Forms
I live forever.
 
Solar Soul, your poem caught my attention and reminded me the poem of Lisa Guliani "In the name of peace". The tourists of your poem is the equivalent of people protesting in her poem.
Here is the conclusion of Lisa's poem, full of desolation and sadness becauce of the mechanicalness of people protesting:

I looked up, felt the sky cry on my shoulder at times then the sun breathing its warm breath at others
as the rhetoric rushed from giant speakers droning, intense, roaring, words whipping us all with their fire and frenzy, words like mortar shells.
I could almost hear the sound of bodies dropping to the ground.
I don't think anyone else heard what I did, because they were busy giving themselves one more round of applause
just for being there.

and no one saw
the tears in my eyes
as it dawned on me
that nothing has changed
and the blind really do
lead the blind.

This is the complete poem of Lisa.
http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,29031.0.html


And back to your poem:

You mean: One million Forms destroy me and one million Forms make me live forever?
 

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