Nimbus Stratus (I.P.)
By Silver Spun Sand
Mon, 27 Aug 2012
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The sky – leaden, and an easterly
blows chill as I sit on the terrace –
pen and paper at the ready, seeking
inspiration. A fresh chance
to leave my mark on civilisation.
Watch a leaf flutter to the ground;
a snowball’s chance in hell
that in say, ten thousand years
its fossilised impression
will be found on a piece of rock
or clay, just to say “I was here,
I existed...”
A sudden, playful breeze,
and I fear this leaf, as this poem’s
destiny, will be relinquished to the wind
to join the ranks of the anonymous
millions, and whichever cloud
they just happen to land on.
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I like the long-view and the
Permalink Submitted by blackjack-davey on
I like the long-view and the brittle human hopes that writing will end up fossilized too-- to be peered at and prodded at by lovers and academics of the 23rd century... 'snow ball's chance in hell,' perhaps but it might be good for the soul, the process, the pointlessness and holding out that brittle hope. I don't know. A little echo of Ode to the West Wind?
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Writing is a way of
Writing is a way of connecting with another soul/spirit so it isn't lost but grows subtly in another mind who might pick up the hidden leaf and carry the story along or maybe think in another way.
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There is no way that poetry
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
There is no way that poetry like this will be
relinquished to the wind. I definitely think
you've made your mark Tina.
Yet another wonderful IP.
Jenny.
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In the three poems I’ve
In the three poems I’ve read of yours today, Tina, you seem to have used the elements (weather) as your inspiration and theme. Was that intentional, or did it just come about? Another enjoyable poem from you.
Trev
TVR
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