On the pad of my thumb
are whorls. whirls, wheels
in a unique design:
mine alone.
What a treasure to own!My own flesh, my own feelings.
No other, how ever grand or base,
can ever contain the same.
My signature,
thumbing the pages of my time.
My universe key,
my singularity.
Impress, implant,I am my self
of all my atom parts I am the sum.
And out of my blood and my brain
I make my own sun and rain.
Imprint my mark upon the world
what ever I shall become.
12 comments:
These words are fantastic and very inspiring...
What a beautiful piece.
Good thing I found this i needed to memerize this pem for school and it sends an insperational message.
It is remarkable, rather amusing phrase
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
Thanks! for the nice comment, and this whole effort is about finding originality.
its missing a part it goes in between:
and out of my blood and my brain
I MAKE MY INTERIOR WEATHER
my own sun and rain
CHECK OTHERS IF U DONT BELIVE ME
i noticed that too
Ik I have this poem for hw
I love this poem because it shows how unique we are, that we are in control of our emotions and are not imposed by others, that our singularity has its way to affect others and that it does not matter what we decide in life we should be the best.
This poem is very inspiring and shows how each and every one of us are unique and one of a kind.
We have to memorize this poem for school & it says nothing about I MAKE MY INTERIOR WEATHER.!
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