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Click hereAfter he dug the trench,
claimed the lot,
built the house,
because a man is no a man
who never
built
a house,
he tried to read poetry to basalt
chiselled to respect incarnated,
polished to perfection,
to reflection
over where words would reach,
a destination now crystallised
to molten core,
before words ran out,
a voice dried up
and a cold rock
once again echoed back,
once again basalt,
one flutter too late,
one wheel spun too far,
and a man built house
stayed dormant,
suspended in time
while basalt stood testament,
listening to his final strophe
before
bygones
be
bygones.
I was told right!!! You are a good poet to read and try to learn!!! I know about rocks and also building!!! VERY NICE!!!
Wonderful words, images, and metaphor. I like the simple truth
"because a man is no a man
who never
built
a house,"
maybe the same should be said more directly about a poem.
I do think the poem might end without the final four lines, but that is just me. ;)
from the start. it leaves me pondering in many elements in the construction of the poem. very poignant in its presentation to the reader......nicely done......don