8-8-1981

[womanthatrolls]

My name will be forgotten in time
and
no
one
will remember my thoughts.
My life will pass away like traces
of
a
cloud
and then be scattered like a mist
that has been
chased
away
by
rays of the sun and overcome by its heat.
For my time is like the
passing
of
shadows
and I will run like sparks
through the rain.

 

[blahblahblah]

and I will run like sparks

through the rain

Liked this little part, made me think about how water (rain) is a great conductor of electricity (sparks) and basically with out to much thinking would make you exist in many places at once, somehow tapping into the "Oneness" of the universe. Which would tie into how your poem read to me, Life and what will become of it...

Just babbling nonsense...

 

[Cosmic Mist]

it has always been one of my biggest fears that i might die and not have done anything worth remembering at all, your poem strikes a chord in me, although there are many different ways to interpret this.

Nice stuff.

 

[womanthatrolls]

thanks guys for relating! today is my birthday and i guess im going through a quarter life crisis of sorts. Not really sure if i mean anything to anyone or the world. But i guess in the end all that matters is what you mean to yourself and today ive come to the conclusion that i mean the world to MYSELF! and thats all that counts!!!

 

[Raz]

For my time is like the
passing
of
shadows
and I will run like sparks
through the rain.

There's something really beautiful and romantic and not-quite-melancholy yet defiant that I get from this piece...it's like you're saying you know your time is short and you'll make no lasting impact in the long run, but damned if you're not going to make what impact you can. That's what I got anyway.

Very nice work, and happy birthday.

--Raz--