Alive

Here I stand awake, alive,

and at the concept of death, I scoff!

Alive, What is alive,

The sense of being,

Or the being of sense?

 

Alive, What is alive

but to paint a picture,

upon the canvas of what's known.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

An ode to life itself! Wonderfully written, evocative. We are beings of sense, the very paints of our world, the definition of being alive. We must paint our lives with these senses, or else we aren't really alive. A great poem, thank you for sharing ^^