Sunday, November 6, 2011

life




any artisan knows
you can craft beads
out of bones (coveted and cleaned )

but you will not call it life

any poet knows
you can pen a thought
out of granite stoned (purchased and polished)
smooth

but you will not pen it as life

any wood-smith knows
you can plane, you can whittle
you can sand something
beautiful out of death - but we all know

it will never be called Life...

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

22 comments:

  1. Beads out of bones......
    I love that.........

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  2. Coming to terms with one's own mortality is not always easy. The truth here is stunning.

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  3. A beautiful reminder of how precious life is.

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  4. The dance of opposites.
    The swirl of value and heart.
    Behind that are the losses.

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  5. beautiful images forming your argument

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  6. Beautifully done. I really love it!

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  7. A very original tilt to this..a toast to life itself!

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  8. It may not be "life," but at least it's the opposite of entropy. Nice poem. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.

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  9. The artisan, the poet, the wood smith ... you captured their philosophies well.

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  10. Very interesting structure on this. I like it.

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  11. An artist needs to create, but the best artists live life intensely Beautiful poem.

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  12. Yes only God can make a tree.....love the truths in this poem Bkm...it is beautifully written. :-)

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