Is this poem good, I've been trying to refine my technique
I am the white, and the white is me
Whatever was and will be, is white as winter’s lies
My eyes are cascaded by a torrent of transparency
Silence rings in my ears like a gunshot
Its as if my eyes have gone deaf and my ears have failed to see
The black ink which drew in destiny, outlined reality, and stippled sorrow
Has been effaced from this canvas
When I washed away the ashes which charred the world
The charcoal which colored reality faded to blank
Like a zero sum
Like life beyond death
Like insurrection without a cause
Like bravery without recklessness
Im nothing
Nothing at all, nothing but white
In fact
I am the white, and the white is me…
Stuff I critiqued:
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9miv9h/art/e7fe13i/?context=3
Posted Oct 9, 2018, 1:42 AM UTC