Paper or Plastic

[gémeaux]

From Intricate Emotions a couple weeks ago.



Common inquisition,
A once unanswerable question:
Who am I really
Within this grand scheme?
Technological advancement
Realizes the self, evolving.
Once unknown, now defined:
Who am I?
Identity’s a transcript;
A credit card;
A drivers license;
A birth certificate;
A passport.
The past dictated
A malleability of character.
Today dictates
The necessity of
Government issued
Papers and plastics;
Once recyclable,
Now undeniably necessary
To merely function
In this technological world.
Without a shadow of a doubt
You’re you, and I’m me,
My plastic tells me so.
But, will you borrow me your life?
I’ll return your recyclables
When I’m done.

[gémeaux]

Going up.

[Maven.]

I liked this a lot. Have you read Langston Hughes? Your identity theme really reminds of his poem "Paper for English B"...I think that's what it's called. I'll have to check.

Your definition of the self is interesting-people are only defined by credit cards and passports and SIN numbers-at the same time, where does the interest in another come from at the end of the poem? What provides the desire, and the consideration to, ahem, "return your recyclables when I'm done" ?
It implies that there is more than you're telling us...and I kind of like it that way because it leaves the reader to draw the conclusion that there is more to life than the numbers that define us.

Nice work.

[urban legendz]

Dam G you already know how much I love your writting this piece is of no exception by any means possible, your topic was as always very original and vibrant in it's own respects this was a simple yet nearly perfect piece, your emotion in this piece was over the top, in a good way that is your imagery was as always very vivid and realistic, this wa an overall well organised piece.

[urban legendz]

Can you leave some quality feed on this