These hands. These feet. This corporeal form.
Fleeting
As ephemeral as the clouds of dawn.
The humble heart knows this soon will end
None of these I own
All is smoke and ashes
All I have is my soul.

Whistling winds messages convey
Told them I these things.
A system of memory this body is. That’s all
I will count my coins as I depart
Mount me on my mountain of things
Recount I my life’s worth
Trinkets never satisfied
Aggrandize I mountains of things
To sate insatiable flesh,
Yes, this is the prize

A little about me and poetry

This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by Hive account@d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.

Thanks for reading.

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 4/14/18

Join the Steemit school at: https://discord.gg/hyfYQ9P

Steemit School Poetry 100 Day Challenge #38--Smoke & Ashes

Poem by: Hive account@nicholas83

Date: 4/14/18

Join the Steemit school at: https://discord.gg/hyfYQ9P