Sunday, January 13, 2008

All That Comes to Be (Writers Island)



From where things start
To where things stop
Connecting life
It loops and dangles

If you choose your view
From a certain angle
A pile of shit
Is life on hold

A book with stories
Waiting to be retold
It feeds the earth
That feeds the plants

That feed the animals
That feed me
We’re all attached
To a soil that breeds

Just like the period
At the end of every phrase
A droplet of what drives us
Is much of what remains


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4 comments:

Linda said...

I like this! It has lots of cool echoing sounds and that simile at the end is great!

tumblewords said...

Great treasure! Great poem! Particularly like the first stanza!

LittleWing said...

ohhh, that's very good...from the first line to the last drop...

Clare said...

Hi Gilson! Beautiful poem! I love the way you show how connected everything is, and how everything is affected by everything else. Well done! Your poems always bring me back to my heart -- thank you Gilson!
:)