They do not behold you, merely your silhouette,
Sewn in irreversibly to the grimy quilt of competition.
Looking in a mirror, your exuberance faded,
The patchwork begins to pattern your skin.
But the memory of your three-dimensional days
Are not quickly forgotten…
Tear up the stitches that chain you to mediocrity.
Break free from the motley masses.
Your ambition is a flame in the cold evening;
Your dedication a sip of holy water,
Rejuvenating the dehydrated souls of the captive.
Every bead of your sweat illuminates, elucidates.
The seams give way to the paradigm of the powerful.
Shadows regain form, memories rejoin consciousness.
The stains of yesterday are sucked up in a
Whirlpool, damned to dear old Davy.
From once-white cloth bloom water lilies,
Gliding in the currents, no match for the cohesion of our craft.
This is lovely! The last stanza especially captures everything very well. "From once-white cloth bloom water lilies" is a really beautifully clear description! "Elucidates" might be a bit unecessarily wordy, though. I wouldn't recommend using a word simply because it sounds more impressive (i.e. it was on a vocabulary list).
ReplyDeleteBut this is a really beautiful poem. Who wrote it? (You'll have to forgive my ignorance of some of the pen names.)
Wait wait wait, did Swati write this? I didn't know you were such a poet! :) This is Sam, by the way.
ReplyDeleteHey Sam! Yeah, it's me. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks. I just really love that word, haha, I felt like using it. I know can be rather wordy at times...
It is a very nice word. It reminds me of Mr. Burleigh's class.
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