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Held in Time
by Kristina Woodhill
If you need reviving,
Feeling like a fresh dug trench
Of Jericho, where from the stench
Of bones and such collapsed debris,
Some viewed a wall's remains
Once tooted at so loud
And loud, dust clouds
Erupted with the trumpets
As the whole shebang, well,
Banged on down,
Letting those outside
Look in
Letting those inside
Look out
I'd like to split that
Single moment every way
A split can hit a note
Held hard
Holding back
The what came next
And sit the worn out
Blown out crowd
Down for some cold iced tea....
08/30/2013
Author's Note: Response to Philip de Pinto's discussion in the general forum, "one day some tipsied archaeologist."
Posted on 08/30/2013
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 08/30/13 at 04:18 AM Wow! This was really great! I love the way it read out. It sounds lovely. Also excellent sensory use, almost puts you at the scene of the falling walls of Jericho at one point. Good Good Stuff :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/09/13 at 12:19 PM thanks for the plug, Kristina. I'm glad you made a lovely poem out of that discussion and isn't it funny that when partitions of any sort come down, whether by quake or trumpet, the people on either side look remarkably alike and at that point of reference probably ask themselves, brother, sister, what was all the fuss about? |
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