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Getting Through : Creative Writing
A Poem | from katrim4 - Wednesday, January 15, 2003
accessed 1546 times Something I wrote Blanketed truths mixed with lies
Received by all your fellow men
Incarcerated by the morbid mind
is the binding of your soul
The soul is free but not from self
for self knows not desire
that is not strengthened by memories and hopes
For imperfect tomorrows
So tell your children that you care not for them
they will not weep when you have gone
And in the end your story always will be
To remind them of your shame
To remind them that they dare not speak your name
The agony that sears the mind into
tempers hot with rage
reinvented jubilees melted into
something you cannot recognize
with recognition comes atonement
that you shall never gain
your children heard you say goodbye
To sanity and then
you said goody to flesh and blood
before fading like a fleeting thought
To the places we ought not mention
Recurring only in dreams not spoken |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from 1984
Sunday, December 21, 2003 - 17:49
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nice and beautiful try Katrim4, but i think you posted in the wrong place. Do keep develop your wonderful talent.
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| | | |  From 1984
Sunday, January 04, 2004, 18:18
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in poetry, there is a whole world developed by Ezra Pound and some writers who were his protected ones, of whom we find the greatest T. S. Eliot, he has developed a whole conception of the world based on the clasic period, he gave "order" to the present chaos through the values that ancient clasic age postulated. Eliot wrote several essays on poetry, he also wrote several dramas and of course poetry. in his stanzas we find that he makes use of what in poetry is called "free verse". She, some times, reminds me of Eliot and his "free verses".(reply to this comment) |
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