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A Poem Is A Little Death Laid Aside

March 11, 2007 · 8 Comments

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.

Categories: Language · Poetry

8 responses so far ↓

  • amuirin // August 3, 2007 at 9:26 am

    you can’t hear, but I’m applauding

  • Paul // August 3, 2007 at 12:07 pm

    Thank you so much for your kind words!

  • Braveheart ( Ela) // 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.

  • Paul // August 20, 2007 at 5:36 pm

    Well done! :)

  • Braveheart ( Ela) // 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!

  • Enreal // 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

  • Paul // 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.

  • Thomas // March 14, 2008 at 7:28 am

    ooh, I like the imagery of stone-cutting. Good job!

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