their bodies of clay,
4 inchs small,
but standing together,
they stood very tall.
naked like eve,
long locks of hair,
He by her side,
they stood as a pair.
till one day a force.
from out of the blue,
destroyed their bodie's,
and snapped them in two,
their head's lay a limbo,
there on the floor,
their unity broken,
united no more.
their beheading was painfull,
as she looked on in dispair,
her symbolic clay people,
no longer a pair.
though she tried as she would,
to fix up the mess,
there was nothing she could do,
to calm her distress.
but except that the time,
had come to move on,
and the people of clay,
were now dead and gone.
regenerated, like new life its self,
and now something new,
sits proud on the shelf.
Author notes
a fading memory of a weekend past.
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I love it.
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Though I generally find most rhymed poetry on the site to be cliche and overused, your poem was rather refreshing. The rhyming didn't take away from it, rather it helped take our thoughts away from the flow while we focused on the words themselves. It's a charming little peek into another's life.
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i see a few meanings in this its truly brilliant the main thing i see is someone moving forward rebuiding not putting the old back together but new where old once stood , thats a great quality to be able to re emerge with determination great and interesting write love glenn x
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Nothing lasts forever. Life and death are just one of the same cyle. A playful take on it. I enjoyed!
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WOW !
As the clay was "regenerated". So you must "regenerate" too. As you will, then sit proud on your own shelf. A force that can destroy at will, may be tempered, but never controlled.
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This is just wonderful! I enjoyed it very much. You have such a way with a poem!...DeeDee
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The poet inside has escaped
Absolutely brilliant
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I love it! You are very talented and I look forward to reading more of your work!
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ooooh my word you flippin poet you, omg this is simply excellent move over carole anne duffy the new poet lauriet is in the building nicely done my ap bessie friend T
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moonsail
thankyou t, you're lovely! x
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