as soon as it's spoken
as soon as it's heard
words evaporate
words depreciate
so we try to keep them frozen
and chisel them onto poems
with a hope, come melt-time
a fossilised facsimile resides
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How poetry can be seen as mining for gems, cutting, polishing, presenting... perhaps develops a good attitude toward the 'fashioning' of poems.
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it's really amazing.
thanks rm
My - and Goldfinch's - middle name is 'Fossil'. We're very old, so we say. Millions of years old, in fact. We saw the dinosaurs in person.
You very old? Someone got called 'fossil' because they would not use e-mail. lol.
old enough to be a fossil to many for whatever reasons hahaha...
Good poem Fossil, erm, CB I mean. lol.
Interesting you should say that.
It's true. Poems, thoughts. They evolve.
That is an amazing understanding, Blueledge! And as they evolve it's really a task to keep them in one form, like making slime castles. Lol. Thanks for sharing your thinking.
'Verba volant, scripta manent'
Amen!
“What is spoken flies, what is written never dies“
Thanks L.B.
It's succinct and clear and yet needs re-reading. That is big plus. And I like the half rhymes which give it weight, somehow. A lovely image. Thanks
Thanks Morwenna, you are much appreciated. /Rik.
Love this!
thanks Vaughn, I was thinking of how they unfroze Capt. America and that he became a living fossil- kinda like poetry that has been lying dormant and picked up by the disposed reader.
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