I die a thousand deaths, as bits and pieces
I value – look irrelevant in the world,
make me think what’s extrinsic – the world or me.
I see diamonds turn to dust, and gold to mud
I look aghast at emptiness of – everything
I value – look irrelevant in the world
You see humanity and selfishness mingling
You try to find paths to prosperity.
I look aghast at the emptiness of everything
For me, it’s not less than a calamity
Rocks rolling down value mountains-
You try to find paths to prosperity.
Can I ever wash the stains
which paint a collective conscience?
Rocks rolling down value mountains
Finally, I accept life and transience
I die a thousand deaths, as bits and pieces
which paint a collective conscience
make me think what’s extrinsic – the world or me?
Terzanelle for Meet the Bar at dVerse
Creative Experiments and More 
Almost nothing in life is stable, i’s reality in flux, and truth is relative. As Tears For Fears says, It’s a mad world
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Mad world, for sure! One spends a lifetime looking for pockets of sanity. Thank you, Rob!
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Excellent use of the form
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Thanks!
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I am increasingly finding a strange peace in peaceful monism, we are all one universe, bound together, I believe in the self, but we are altogether all together: getting outside of ourselves, talk bout extrinsic! Nice
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We believe in souls being a micro-part of universal energy, and they ultimately mingle. Thanks!
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you’ve used the form the way it was meant to be used
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Thanks! I tried this form for the first time.
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“I look aghast at emptiness of everything I value.” This gives your poem a great power and sadness.
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It is the saddest thing that can happen. Thanks!
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The form is so well done and your words are timely and timeless. “humanity and selfishness mingling” – Great line!
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Thank you so much, Jilly!
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Without consciousness, the Universe would be unknown, regardless of existence…
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That is correct. Thank ypu so much!
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Good question: “Can I ever wash the stains
which paint a collective conscience?”
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I guess we can’t. Thanks!
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