Alive



to be alive is to sit in your chair
as the storms devour each fruit in the grove,
wherefore slowly drip dry eyes to a cove
that through torn curtains in broad windows stare.

watching scales incline until they stop fair
together, low moving are heard the drove,
looking for food with a starless sky rove,
and bright the crack from thick whips quickly flare.
 
a wide porch, cigar in mouth, and a drink
grips a hand that has poured what the night black
has left dead floating at a seashores's brink;

regarding the wind, loose lays set the tack,
thus all like a ship to the deep stunned sink,
drowned cast tall sprout on sands, fluted as wrack.

About this poem

This poem is about the pride of being alive, despite how oppressive life may seem. The fact that we are alive gives us the opportunity to resurface new and brave when we feel that we might drown in some problems that the oppressors create.

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Written on May 13, 2023

Submitted by robertrad2021 on May 13, 2023

Modified by robertrad2021 on August 13, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABBA ABBA CDC DCD
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 645
Words 130
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 3, 3

Roberto Suárez Torres

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  • TortillasAreNotBiceps
    You have one hell of a way with words. Your style is so damn unique. It's great to see another male of the species writing amazing and deep poetry. It's a shame there aren't more men unafraid to express themselves like we do. As always you are cream of the crop, brother. Thank you for sharing yourself. 
    LikeReply 19 months ago
    • robertrad2021
      Thank you for that kind commendation.
      LikeReply 19 months ago

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