The wooden book rack
So old as was my great grand
Holding books of
Philosophy in the beginning
Sociological afterwards
AND scientifically before my term
When my regime started blooming in
Enveloped and encroached
Termites ate it thoroughly to dust
Making it now a handicapped one for me
Actually I preferred to store
Poetry volumes especially ‘love poems’ in it
The bugs tore the rack into a powder shack
Leaving white ash spread sumptuously on my carpet
Is adolescent love not storable in dry woods?
Needs a new metallic storage bin not so green!
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Author notes
NO DRIED WOOD NEEDED FOR LOVE TUNES?
A contest entry
- The Mediocre Against Mediocrity by laughingstock.
450 points, ended May 19, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very odd poem when you first read it. Because something doesn't set right. Because I didn't get it the first time through. Like to the point that I didn't know what to write about it. But I read a second and then a third and then a fourth and some things started to fall into place.
This is a clever piece of poetry. It's also a little sad. Love is so vulnerable and easily tarnished. And simply stated this is a well-developed question in the form of poetry.
Why is love so powerful and so flemsy?
Why can't the one's we love stay?
This has a lot of questions it asks because it's misleadingly vague and I like that. It lets the reader do the work for themselves instead of the author hand-feeding them. The only problem with that... is that most readers don't have the patience for it. And that's sad but true.
But I like this piece it's different and well-recieved. Thanks for entering my contest, good luck.
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