| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/15/10 at 07:18 PM I like this so-true poem and the ominous tone of the last line... |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/16/10 at 02:19 PM I like this.I like the beginning descriptions of words then analogies. So many folks are indeed,this way.It could be their pain is too great to bear.I don't know. I could identify the most with the "of a language lost amongst those
that continue to be lost daily" part. I feel lost and stuck in a zone of nowhere. So, it is hard to think future and I would rather forget past but can't,besides,you are right,there's *value to it*.
I always enjoy reading your work,even if you're not sure it's finished. :) |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/16/10 at 02:57 PM Very clever and entertaining! Nice work with these WORDS! :) |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 12/18/10 at 01:09 AM it's a cycle of lost and found, isn't it? the future becoming present, present become past, the past re-circulating itself into a repetition; each time catching us a little more or little less off guard. As for the general day to day scheme of things... things do seem to slip into the past-tense all too quickly. Too busy lookin' for what's comin' to bother what's gone by, perhaps. Where is that elusive middle ground?? |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/19/10 at 12:29 AM Great first line and I really enjoy the disassembling of words in particular. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/19/10 at 01:33 AM Oh, how I relate to this. Most of my life I spent discarding the past and entirely too tied up in the future to notice the present. Thank God for retirement and for poetry. Now I can savor the past and delve deeply in the presents of the poets here, including and especially appreciative of you, my friend. Thanks. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 12/21/10 at 02:57 AM It's almost to the degree that I want to scream this at some local youth I know but they would simply bury their faces in those "gizmo-toy phones" and ignore me, which is exactly what I'd expect. Great stuff here. |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 12/22/10 at 01:15 AM Heart-wrenching, shocking, so true, and brilliantly masterful - BRAVO! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/24/10 at 06:56 PM Ya know, George. You are one of those poets who writes on a level to the casual reader level, but then there is that subtle silent slight. Brilliant! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/29/10 at 02:18 PM Thought provoking juxtaposition of various elements that make up society along with the art of writing. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/31/10 at 06:39 PM Needs NO work!Absolutely briilant- thank you! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/01/11 at 03:43 PM "until one day" indeed, but even as history repeats we like to pretend it's brand new. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/07/11 at 02:32 AM The discarded could become the recycled but then again the odds are against it. Too soon, I fear there will be a nation of the discarded that takes turns throwing each other away because they no longer know how it is to feel or act otherwise. Powerful words. |
