By Carmen Ruggero
The days grow short and
I know the sunset’s near.
I question and question
the worth of my existence.
I find the answers in broken pieces.
The flame of inspiration,
unwritten pages gathering dust.
Words flow through me,
but they're soon forgotten.
I am nothing but a cosmic grain
aging before its birth,
dying earlier than sunrise.
I’m an icon on planet earth;
no need to remember my name.
Click on my blurry picture
and find me at supper,
digesting desperation,
solitude, alienation,
waiting on the elements
to bring inspiration
and the things that matter…
if I only knew what they were.
Carmen Ruggero .2009
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Always,
Deborah
If you knew who was walking alongside you every moment of every day, you would never fear or despair again.
It is beautiful to read your poetry again.
God bless and take care
Peter
Anna
Now that's bright, is it?
much love and hugs
Gina
you are a truly an inspired poetess.
be well,
cg
Edwin
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I am nothing but a cosmic grain
ageing before its birth,
dying earlier than sunrise
you have articulated the results of successful struggle with issues of meaning and futility so well here. You turn your subject matter upside down and bring point and power to expressed questioning of pointlessness. Very well done. TY Kate xx
Best wishes
Andrea
thank you for sharing this....
In Spirit,
Bear
I think that's really all any of us really are, no matter how important some believe they are.