Great towers of strifeBig blooming edificessprout from our minds to the firmament;
The vague soil of prosperity has
uplifted our cries and prayers to
boundless cerulean canvasSkyward and skyward and skyward
they climb, our great odes to the sky or
Pillars to the celestial
poking the velvet tapestry like
a thousand curious fingers
prodding, feeling (What is up there?)Skeletons long standing,
Transcending the treetops
Long after I'm gone,
My hollow Babel will stand,
A witness to the past
A crumbling elder to the memory
Of its creator (If nothing else I interrupted
the horizon's steady stream)The towers are our pedestals
They are our telescopes
and lightning rods,
our
unfinished
ladders to
the great
ceilingClimb climb climb!
Let the tower take my feet off the
Stubborn, unforgiving ground
Or, if not my feet,
My stature in
the hearts of the multitudes(If nothing else I interrupted the horizon)
Artist: Doug Healy School: North Allegheny |
Notes: I wrote this for Creative Writing my junior year. I wanted to examine the concept of preserving one's legacy through the creation of a physical structure. Why do people do it? |