Etched In Stone

Etched In Stone

A Poem by Gee
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An oldie found and re posted

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And with their first breath
etched the first date,
the hyphen is then their life led,
be it days, be it weeks,
many decades or more,
'til a full stop declares
" They are dead "

© 2017 Gee



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Despite the short seemingly simple form, your poem conjures up a whole array of pondering in the reader’s mind. It’s very imaginative to think of describing that one recognizable etching upon every tombstone in this unique & thought-provoking way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Gee

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Margie, hope you are well
A message to us all... I wonder, how many folk will ponder upon whether like your resurrected poem here, the same principle will apply as much to them at the end of their day.... Nice one Gee.... Neville

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Gee

2 Weeks Ago

Belated thanks Neville
Neville Pettitt

2 Weeks Ago

Hey no probs my friend.... N
Amazing that one hyphen is an entire life. I enjoyed the pondering that this simple piece of art had to offer.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Gee

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you..
Short, strong and worthwhile thoughts in the poetry. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


Gee

8 Months Ago

Thank you kindly sir
Coyote Poetry

8 Months Ago

You are welcome dear friend.
Beautifully described. Birth is merely a beginning of the end.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Gee

9 Months Ago

Thank you Ariya
I love to go to old graveyards, pull weeds and look at tombstones. I've found some very interesting epitaphs. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Gee

9 Months Ago

Thank you..
Wonderfully, sadly true./ However, respectful addenum which you probably know: added at his request by Spike Milligan.. 'I told them i was ill.' Yes, irreverent but then humour tops the bill even in tombstones.

Sad creature though i am, living in a county filled to the brim with ancient churches.. i have with and without company, wandered graveyards, sometimes in the drear and at other times in bright sunshine, deciphering where possible, names, dates and epitaphs. A treaured history laid to rest in varying styles of tombs and wording. There is a sadness, yes.. but isnt it sadder still if people beware such places.

Sorry - too much. But your wordsare truly appreciated for style, the poem itself understood in my personal way.. the result is precious sad, Gee

Posted 9 Months Ago


Gee

9 Months Ago

Thank s Emma, simple words which I guess ring true. Hope you are well
You can write your story in erasable graphite on paper, or with force, wielding a chisel, pounding stone. You would think the story would be the same on different canvas.

But effort makes all the difference. Effort makes the story. Enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Gee

9 Months Ago

Cheers Joe...

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Added on September 17, 2017
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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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