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 Jacobs 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!

little wing writer 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!
:)