A Poem Is A Little Death Laid Aside
March 11, 2007
A poem is a little death
Put into words.
A little frozen feeling.
A lifeless stone:
A Fragment broken
From a laughing rock
And laid aside.
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A poem is a little death
Put into words.
A little frozen feeling.
A lifeless stone:
A Fragment broken
From a laughing rock
And laid aside.
August 3, 2007 at 9:26 AM
you can’t hear, but I’m applauding
August 3, 2007 at 12:07 PM
Thank you so much for your kind words!
August 20, 2007 at 3:03 PM
A poem is a little morgue
for time elapsed
kept immortal
with a read by another.
A poem is a chunk of truth
hidden in a nicely woven words
perhaps
the transparent coffin of a soul
ps. sorry for the deletion, I made a mistake, so here I am posting it back without that particular mistake.
August 20, 2007 at 5:36 PM
Well done!
August 20, 2007 at 9:34 PM
I used to write poetry together with another person, stanza or a sentence one person, and then another.
So you know, what someone writes in a poem inspires me sometimes, and I continue with the thought.
I am missing that kind of interraction.
see you!
August 21, 2007 at 6:38 PM
Very concise and well put…I would rather like “A poem is a little Life put aside” For after all words should never be destroyed, they should live forever
August 21, 2007 at 8:24 PM
Hi Enreal! I think your suggestion is equally true of words and poetry to what I wrote in the poem. Just a matter of how you look at it.
March 14, 2008 at 7:28 AM
ooh, I like the imagery of stone-cutting. Good job!