I Crafted the Orb

free verse.

I crafted the orb
to great perfection.
I spent many hours
on this thing--
though upon seeing it,
the other gods grew jealous.
Quickly they grabbed my masterpiece,
giggling as they thought aloud
of ways to "improve" it.
At length they brought it back--
it was dented with valleys and oceans,
marred with plateaus and mountains.
Life grew, decayed, and fed upon itself.
"What do you think of it?"
one of them asked me.
I retorted,
"It is ugly."

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

A little bit of Masters, a little Stephen Crane--well, maybe a lot of Crane. Tight metaphor, tightly constructed. Very strong and well-built piece of writing.

[Shaun]

fantastic

[Aimee Mahathy]

Wow, I really like this.
The ending is -perfect-.
I don't really know what I think of it just yet, as to meaning, but I'm lacking sleep XD I'll give it a read-over though after I've been to bed~
It has a great feel to it though, if you know what I mean. =]