Speaking Of Life...
29 January, 2007
Author: Bipedalguy
Life's a fall from a high mountain top.
Birth at the top, death, the sudden stop.
Some scream all the way down,
hit the ground oozing brown,
having missed the great view as they drop.
------- Author's Notes -------
We all get through it. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
barb (206.191.91.89) -- Monday, January 29 2007, 03:28 pm Sometimes we are only thinking of whats going to happen to notice what is happening at the moment. Good write to let us know pay attention to the now! |
Bipedalguy (4.156.108.229) -- Monday, January 29 2007, 04:38 pm Your comment hits the nail on the head. It says perfectly the philosophy that I was trying to build into the Limerick. Somerimes it's a challenge to build a message into a Limerick, with only five lines, two of which have only six beats. |
Robert (69.106.188.36) -- Thursday, February 1 2007, 03:52 pm I really fell for this one!!!Great Write |
Bipedalguy (4.156.108.135) -- Saturday, February 10 2007, 01:37 am I'm glad you fell for this one. Luckily, not from a mountain top. I've read some really good writes of yours. Keep it up. Bip |
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