Now we speak words for the dead That are filled with effusive praise All the things we wish we had said To passed deaf ears we now raise With dry mouths we liven tongues Parched in heat of a sun that mocks Our wet cries from hoarse lungs For our comrade resting in his box With tired verse we try to bring peace Not to the soul for whom we sing But those left here seeking release For the comforts we couldn’t bring To poor Yosef in those last final hours We pray he did not suffer long alone With our insignificant words and flowers As final gifts as he finds heavenly home
This week’s experimental poem is an Elegy. Read more about this poetry form by clicking here.
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And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen is how it is done!
Wowza good.
When I read it through the 2nd time, I mentally added punctuation where I figured I’d put it and (for me, anyway) I think it provided valuable signposts, which smoothed it out more into the spoken voice I imagined delivering this fine work.
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Thank you. I have a love hate relationship with punctuation and poetry. This one probably would have benefited from it though.
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Fantastic, Tom❣️
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