I really like this, and it made me think about power differently. Power itself is an experience, one I imagine many souls encounter at some point, but hoarding it feels like the moment it stops being lived and starts being clung to. What I really loved here is the distinction between accumulation and experience. The latter changes us; the former turns to dust.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Amen 🍃
Oh dust... THIS IS BRILLIANT <3333
THANKS, CASSIDY!!!
OF COURSE <33333
Once again excellent 👌
You are very sweet, Hina! 🙏🏻❤️
I really like this, and it made me think about power differently. Power itself is an experience, one I imagine many souls encounter at some point, but hoarding it feels like the moment it stops being lived and starts being clung to. What I really loved here is the distinction between accumulation and experience. The latter changes us; the former turns to dust.
Wow! I absolutely love this. I’m a huge fan of Ozymandius. So this hit me hard, to use a cliche. lol
I’d thought about posting this from the day you posted your take on the theme! Thank you so much for reading!
Absolutely, man, anytime!
Awesome poem
Thank you for reading! 🙏🏻
Very existential. Great rhyming..
Short, direct, powerful, to the point, with a delivery which is focused and devastating. Excellent. Thanks for sharing