Look at it, one life makes no impact here.
Nothing in significance to the world.
Wiped off of the earth, it sheds not one tear.
Same goes for a whole stadium unfurled.
What can I do, it's just pointless to try
Making the world a better place for us.
By myself, yourself, limited by sky.
In this world covered with people and thus,
Look around, and what you see is just
A small proportion of the big picture.
It makes me sad to think that I'm just dust
On this cruel world, world purely of stricture.
But I do enjoy life, meaningless life,
I'll put to use and live on purely strife.
The title of my sonnet is "Insignificance." The whole point of my sonnet is to make the reader feel "insignificant", then at the end, as a twist, I go on to say that I enjoy my "insignificant" life. I know that it's good to choose a topic that you feel strongly about, so this is what I chose. I believe this sonnet really makes you think twice about your own place in this world and putting into perspective just how big of an impact you can really make on society. I've always thought about this, thinking about what would happen if I were to just disappear, what I can actually do for the world, etc. I was able to come to some conclusions through my thoughts, and I've conveyed them through this sonnet. I like to think of this sonnet as an extraction of some of my thoughts being drafted onto paper.
In the first part, I introduce just how insignificant a single life is. "Wiped off the face of the earth, it sheds not one tear." means that the world won't stop in recognition or respect for you. The world will keep spinning, society will keep running, and all will continue just as if nothing had happened if you were to just disappear. "Same goes for a whole stadium unfurled." Means, if you were to take a stadium of people, and unroll it to reveal just how many people were there, if they were all to just disappear off the face of the earth, society will continue to flow as if nothing had happened.
In the second part, I added truth. The truth that you can't be anyone or anything you want, and that, most likely, you can't just do something that will have a worldwide effect. Also that we as people have limitations that sometimes, we can't break through. Limits on just how much or how well we can do most things. I put in, "Myself, yourself" in an attempt to try to get the reader thinking on the same page as I am. The world is covered in people, uniform and most time unwilling to stand out, so people will just vanish without a trace and the rest will continue on.
The third part begins with "what you see is just a small proportion of the big picture." If we refer back to the line, "Same goes for a whole stadium unfurled" it might be easier to understand what I'm trying to say. I'm trying to say that even a whole stadium full of people, is nothing compared to how many people there actually are alive on this earth right now.
We normally think of dust as nothing, just a little nuisance that we can't see. That's what I imagine humans to be, living on the earth; just tiny particles of matter that clearly exist in numbers, but lack any sort of individuality and whatnot. I go on to say that this world is made purely of stricture, and by that I mean that it has set limitations and restrictions, while it is also doing criticism in another meaning of the word. In this line, I make the earth come alive. Giving criticism on trying to be something more than what we actually are by creating giant monuments etc.
In the end, I state that I have accepted the fact that my life is insignificant, but I do enjoy living, and that I will continue to live in strife. In this sonnet, I guess I am coping with the facts of life, and accepting what I believe to be true. I think the meaning in this sonnet can teach others to think differently, in ways that they haven't before, since this is a sort of unique way of thinking. Or it could be how people think to themselves without expressing it. I wrote this sonnet in hopes that people would agree with me, or make people really think about what I have written down.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Evangelic Words
Posted by Ryan at 11:20 AM
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2 comments:
I really like your poem because you chose a very unique topic. I would have never thought about writing about the insignificance of my life. Your choosing of the words is very good, because it adds a lot of detail, and I really liked your last two lines because it added a great twist. You also did a really good job on your analysis because you explained all of your thoughts you had when writing it. However, when you say "first part", "second part", and "third part," do you mean first, second, and third stanzas? Overall, excellent job!
I love the twist at the end where you said you enjoyed your life even though it might not be the best. It really shows what kind of character you are and it sort of sets an example for the reader to follow in the future.
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