owen652 Posted May 14, 2014 Share Posted May 14, 2014 One and a half billion Worthless platitudes. They flap and flail in the cool breeze, Nailed to a tree, Stained by the rain, Torn by the wind, Yellowed by the sun. Risible in their failed nobility. Tepid waves of electrical impulses that somehow Were of value once 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ousian Posted May 14, 2014 Share Posted May 14, 2014 I'll try and interpret it better when I have time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Super Moderator TheRedneckProfessor Posted May 14, 2014 Super Moderator Share Posted May 14, 2014 It makes me think of Hindu Prayer Flags... and of all the prayers and praises I offered up that went unnoticed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tylereverett Posted May 14, 2014 Share Posted May 14, 2014 Compelling. I'll have to think about it for a while. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderator Margee Posted May 14, 2014 Moderator Share Posted May 14, 2014 I've thought up my own interpretation of this. Good stuff Owen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
owen652 Posted May 14, 2014 Author Share Posted May 14, 2014 most poetry I write I can't even interpret myself, but this one is pretty simple actually - internet memes and the way people use them to mask their reality Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xliar Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 reminded me of an image I saw recently of a very delapidated Pontiac Silverdome for some reason,,,flailing rags maybe. Good poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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