The Good That Remains (An Original Poem)
It's been quite a while since I've posted a new poem.
For this piece I decided to use a style that I first discovered on a wall in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It was a poem spray painted by a local artist.
For as simple as the technique is it's very effective, ingenious really. Breaking up the lines of the poem in unusual places, creates fragments of words. This causes the reader to take their time with it and focus a little more intently.
Enough of my rambling...I hope you enjoy!
an infinite
number of sym
bols, is your reality
to play with,
unafraid.
r greatest art, be
st appreciated in
a constant state
of wonder.
balancing lev
ity and weight,
a comfortable distance
from the gravity of empty
distractions.
touched by pain.
It’s hard to loo
k away, to not see
beauty in the decay,
the wise cherish the
good that remains
of each miracul
ous day.
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We all died one day but our Goodness and character remains alive in the heart of people and the good deeds which we done as well.
really beautiful @ericvancewalton
Thank you Ruth!
Keep the positive vibes going my friend. Good post.
Thanks Juan! Hope you’re having a nice vacation in Louisville.
I really like your cool words. They are polished refind diamonds. How can we appreciate great soul, greater than your precious jems.It feels like you have collected pearl from deep end of the sea and decorated nicely@upvoted
Wow. I am speechless reading this poem. The brilliance of the poet is never in doubt. I am moved greatly by these fine lines:
If our lives are our greatest art, why then do some people live life recklessly? Why are some people very cruel? Perhaps they know not that their life is their greatest legacy.
Thanks, @grandhibaba! I think some people live recklessly because they are lost or stuck in a pattern of self-destruction. I'm glad you enjoyed this!
It is always my pleasure sir. I enjoy reading great writings.
You got it sir; the only way to enjoy life is to gain wisdom from the pain.
I like the way you got your words in the poem to cascade in the post.
😍
Thanks @rebeccabe! I'm glad you enjoyed this one!
really beautiful @ericvancewalton
Thanks!
This is really a nice style I must admit. Makes you pause after every break and think upon what was read.
I tried creating my style too. I have been sticking with it for a while. I always try to make it easy and simple, with choice of English and lot of rhymes, to capture people's attention by drawing their minds to it even if they don't want to notice the rhymes.
I will try and adopt this your style with mine.
This really sunk in for me sir. Really.
We make our life into what we choose to. Our choices determines how we craft our lives. The unpredictability and wonders of life give it a little more twist and unravelling.
Well done sir.
Greetings, mr. @ericvancewalton. I connected inmediatly with your poem because here in Venezuela where, as you probably know, hard times run, your phrase "beauty in the decay" has a special sense. Only feeling ourselves flowing into the goodness and in a spiritual sense of the life we can find "the good that remains of each miraculous day."
Goodness is about character integrity, honesty, kindness, generosity, moral courage and the like. More than anything else, it is about how we treat other people...
Agreed. That is the best window into someone else's character, how they treat people that can do nothing for them.