What a unique poem. Wouldn't it be nice if we could erase things . Yet as hard as we try they are still there. They can't be seen by the naked eye. But still linger right below the surface where we can see them in our mind.
If only life was like a slate to be ... rubbing off the mistakes and writing anew...
//No matter how you scrub,
barely visible to the naked eye.
Layer upon layer added,
until confusion reigns,
^^ here I could feel that even a slate have marks ... no matter how much we write the marks never go away... but its different with our lifes... we can never rewrite... but still the confusions are there... of the pst present and future...
very metamorphical write that was... beautiful thought provoking write... :)
I really found this quite intriguing. I've never read a poem on the subject so that in itself drew me in.
The way you end with an invitation to the reader makes it feel more personal and engages the reader into your poem. I like that.
Chalk dust accumulates,
with minuscule particles,
debris to be removed,
preparing for the next words
to be written there.
*I loved this part sooo much. The imagery is amazing and simply flawless. Your diction really adds a nice touch to this poem. I found it was easy to read and understand but that your message has a complex meaning. I also love how you ended it. Questions are always fun to add to poems :) Anyways another wonderful write dear. Nik*