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
Truth written with words...nice.
ReplyDeleteBeads out of bones......
ReplyDeleteI love that.........
So very true. Great words.
ReplyDeletesombre bit of truth in that...
ReplyDeleteComing to terms with one's own mortality is not always easy. The truth here is stunning.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful reminder of how precious life is.
ReplyDeleteThe dance of opposites.
ReplyDeleteThe swirl of value and heart.
Behind that are the losses.
Well done...life vs death
ReplyDeletewell penned! it's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Indeed! This is lovely work.
ReplyDeletebeautiful images forming your argument
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. I really love it!
ReplyDeleteA very original tilt to this..a toast to life itself!
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteThe artisan, the poet, the wood smith ... you captured their philosophies well.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting structure on this. I like it.
ReplyDeleteAn artist needs to create, but the best artists live life intensely Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat words.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I love this take.
ReplyDeleteYes only God can make a tree.....love the truths in this poem Bkm...it is beautifully written. :-)
ReplyDeleteYowza! Wonderful.
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