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Biological
by Keith D AllisonBiological
RagTack
origin of the living dead
sixteen pictures cast upon the wall
marking time, counting years
nothing share, silent words
Desolate
the garden of the living dead
faces unseen, faces not known
a young girl set in a booth
a gray hair man stare
fighting back the tears
He remember
holding her in his arms
as she took her first breath
she walks by nothing said
he remember
I love you daddy
so it is among the living dead 04/17/2008 Posted on 04/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/18/08 at 03:23 PM ...if i said this is nice. and that was all would you believe me, you know i'm wordy...tell me who rag tack is, cause i'm old and i wanna know, but to this work: man, at first-blush i caught meself snag on subject/verb agreement...so i knew it to be from you or who-ever-the-heck rag tack is/was...and i finally got the ryhthm o' the song and man, 'tis wonderfully sad, because of those 16 pictures--so many not seen[i love it!] and the 'living dead' and the years/days/hours/minutes/moments that they've shared and many times the words are silent... i bow toward you for the concept the way you use it...tall! charlie |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/19/08 at 06:14 PM Hi Keith. Yes, Chaz pretty much sums it up. This is tender in a stark, even chilling way, and I mean that it is thoughtful...and gives reason to pause, contemplate. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/22/08 at 04:19 PM Powerful, worthy reflection of the falling out that sometimes occurs between parent and child. Well stated my friend. |
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