A Theming

 

Over life’th

                --dedicated,

                in all earnestness,

                to art

                or art’s complacent kitten:

    to Blakeneck,

    or stillness!—

one will, at ounces,

on the Eve of Death,

give themselves

to a teeming pile. A theming

pile.

Reviews

[Matalia Riordan]

This was so short but I loved it, it's been my favorite I've read so far on this site. The set up of the poem also helped with its delivery. I loved the last two lines. Brilliant poem!


Matalia

[Logan Carryall]

In earnest one seeks enlightenment from detachment. Yet to him, nothing was written. Nothing was produced. And so, the specter of a vision no longer current, becomes whats has never been new. For debaser's have lived as this, endlessly considering themselves fragile in originality, to be free of the "theeming" which rents others. Which is steaming with life, or in this poem, s**t.
Ha, the hatred of theme from a word smith--for the theme is dismissive of an original identity?
Very conflicted.
Very nice.