Sunday, March 11, 2007

A Poem Is A Little Death Laid Aside

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.

7 comments:

amuirin said...

you can't hear, but I'm applauding

Paul said...

Thank you so much for your kind words!

Braveheart ( Ela) said...

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 said...

Well done! :)

Braveheart ( Ela) said...

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 said...

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 said...

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.