They leave me, as I leave them:
flesh, bones, blood,
violated corpses,
fossils of flies and insects
that do not last a day.
A half mind searches
another half,
half understood
by the other half,
a half-eaten butterfly, tastes
honey, searches
for its prey,
a worm on a leaf (eating,
being eaten) decomposes
into soil—
names and forms—
diffuse and erase.
Author notes
'c'est la vie'
Originally written in 2004
Please tell me what you think
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Ah, interpretation....
This seems to fit the meaning of life, to me. Without death, life is a pointless thing- completely without meaning. All these things we do in life mean nothing without death, and if death were not here then no one would care for anything, as nothing would really have value.
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wow......graphic much
Nice read
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I like the imagery and the tone
in which your poem is written in.
'flesh, bones, blood,violated corpses'- i like that line in particular for some reason.
good job
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WOW!
Great imagery and flows excellently even when spoken.
Many great lines!! Write on!
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wow
i really like..
"A half mind searches
another half,
half understood
by the other half, "
confusing but once i understood it
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Sounds like a reflection on the nature of karma, or maybe more specifically, the dharma of coming and going.
We all diffuse back to the earth. But what people don't often think of is that the earths all diffuse back into the cosmos, one way or the other. I have a feeling that even black holes eventually cast all their tightly packed neutrons back into space at some point.
God what an explosion that must be! Everything happening within the realm of karma is cyclical, so everything diffuses and recoalesces--over and over and over and over and over again... forever. Or until one "gets out of it" somehow. I've heard there's a way. -
Indeed, that is life. Loved the idea of halves. Well written and intriguing in its intensity. Cheers!
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OOOOH dark and vivid I think it is worded absolutely perfectly, it chilled me quite a bit as a dark poem speaking of death should. Great write and definetly one of my favorites from this site, Im off to read more of your stuff now
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This poem is very vivid and dark.
I liked these lines
a half-eaten butterfly, tastes
honey, searches
for its prey,
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Sorry about the DQ. I'm glad you re-entered.
This is a wonderful poem about life and death. More death, but that is how life ends, always. Great job. Thanks for entering the ocntest and good luck!!!
jan
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Please read the rules, thank you.
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'c'est la vie'
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I agree that this ...
is an interesting poem, but it does not address the point of the contest and so I have to dq it. Sorry.
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Since you are the judge of this contest, I won't contend. But if you ask me, what is the meaning of life, I wouldn't say any different from what is written here. But that can be due to my present state of mind, since I see the food-chain, or pred-prey dynamics in everyday life, and may be a few local events have taken global proportions. But, I can see from where you are coming, and why you DQed the entry.
Thanks for the clappies!
Cheers!
D
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Oh. This is a really interesting poem that you have going on here. I don't know what to think of it. It's both kind of strange and kind of creepy. But that makes it interesting to because I had to stop an think of what kinds of things you mean by it. I guess it's kind of like a pessimistic look at the glass being full on the circle of life. I don't know. lol I'm probably way off but that's the best guess I've got.
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Thought I had commented on this one before, but maybe not. The words seem familiar somehow. Decomposition, things returning to what they came from - liked the way you wrote this.
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You may be right, it was posted once/twice at AP, but I had to delete it from my board since it was shortlisted for publication.
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I have missed your work.
It never fails to take me on a journey.
I love how the focus of this widens oddly enough as it narrows toward things smaller, more common, the soil, the earth..
also the way it turns through the half mind, half understood. Wonderful.
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Beautiful images in the way that the language is used to milk them and evoke their presence. Well done. The title originally drew me to this piece. Thank you. All the best. Tony.
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OOooer
thats deep, what with incomplete and decaying pieces of beauty you portray as confusion and some what power, over the way in which they are displayed...deep, and dark, just how I like it.
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