by Decayed Angel
So many meanings and levels of thought;
Enough, I hope, to give every reader pause...
pretty much just wieghing in with score
like this end for the title
sawn in the stone:
inhabited.
and so is the poem, but I think it could maybe be clarified a little bit. YOu lost me somewhere around line 6 I think. I felt it needed some breaks and the ..... interrupt the whole thing.
I am not putting your work down, understand, I enjoyed the poem, but it could use some work. and heck, i didnt even know "sawn" was a word, so I even learnt something :)
once an ancient and humble thing
as common as carbon and stone
endures the age old elements
or the pullpush pressure of time passing
rolls itself up and digs itself in
determined to be remembered
and answers it's own question
My love will still be here,
but where oh where are you?
Enjoyed the read.
this, I found of questionable necessity, and below the rest of the poem:
dripping erotic truth
in remote impossibility
and it also, IMO, takes away form the beautiful grouping below it, namely:
and still, still... still it is a woman
so like a river
This:
sawn in the stone:
inhabited.
... is excellent.