The End of a Mad Quest -------------------------------------------
He set off to find the end of the sky
because his madness couldn't comprehend infinity.
Around the globe,
he sailed, rode, and walked seven times
until, as his eyes dimmed, with death
he said, "Hey, I found it."
the concept of infinity scares the bejeebers outta me! 'course, us humans can't really wrap our minds 'round that one. it is in death that we will be able to comprehend such things. poor dude must've been really tired when he died! lol! good one!
Wow. I love the way he finally found it right before his death. This really made me think of all those who search for cures of diseases in life. How they spend their whole life devoted to helping others then before they die, a breakthrough happens. I love the concept of this. Great write Po! I also love your display pic. Very creative. :) -blt
gosh, this guy really put himself through alot! but i guess we all do what we feel like we have to do in life. sad story to read. alot of info in such a shot poem. great work. thanks for sharing with us all.
I like the theme here, and as usual your inimitable minimalist style and maximum impact from simple word use (that is when you aren't coining new words, or digging up interesting unusual words) I like it well enough, up to the last line. That's where it changes the tone to humor, -like a punch line. I would like to see the same simplicity, but with sort of a Zen profoundity, that says the obvious, but in a less comic way. Not that there isn't a witty wry humor in eastern poetry and philosophy,-I just prefer the lightning bolt switcheroo perhaps. I think instead of he "said", it could be "he smiled" (because one does smile or chuckle to themself when they find a long-sought answer and because natural death usually ends with a visage of peace, a soft smile) after "He smiled-" there are countless ways to express his moment of truth-I'll leave that up to you...I just think it would be more effective without the comedic tone of "Hey. I found it" (Eureka???) Thanks Amy, I always like your work, even when i get nit-picky. Silver
so i guess in the end death was the end of the sky. thats pretty deep. I wonder what drove this guy to think that there was an end to the sky. What made his brain incapable of conceiving infinity. Actually now that I think about it maybe I don't really concieve it either. I mean I know what the word means but to really fathom the idea...I think it might be beyond human capacity, we just don't think about it.
He found it at death, because death IS the end of the sky. Wonderfully creative. The other thing that strikes me about this is the effort you must put in when seeking something so hard to find. Without such blind determination there would be almost no advancement in any field. History is full of examples. I think we're all searching for the end of the sky, regardless of the knowledge of it's impossibility. I know you are, because we've already touched on your being a perfectionist.
Every time I read one of your poems I tell myself I'm not gonna comment this time, because I always gush about your work, but I can't help myself, it's all good. You seem to be in a groove of late. Might as well keep it flowing girl!
this was a great poem, very creative and well worded (you really got the meaning/idea across in just a few lines)...this is something i think most people can relate to (including myself...i mean who can fully get the concept of infinity)...this was original and it really flowed smoothly...great work, keep it up sorry i don't have any helpful suggestions
I think there is a Buddhist saying that says, "You can know the whole world without leaving your room." And this, while not being your original theme, is the transparency from which this derives. This poem is from the Source and so are the feelings you have for others. You express them with great skill. Thanks for sharing, Hugs, Nan
at least he found what he was looking for in the end. you used simple words and no colorful images here. but you got the effect from the short story you've told. you let the reader think how he has found it now. did he see heaven?? or does he just believe in his madness that he found the end of sky?? and how the hell does it look like?? lot of questions to ponder. and that's the good thing about this poem.