032: The Life Of A Poem Or A Call To Arms Poem by Colin Johnston

Poems;

Ideas and thoughts mustered from the ether
of imagination and made Flesh.

Like fresh troops they fall-in on that paper parade ground,
which is itself only thought, shuffling about until they form a perfect line.

Wheeling and merging, columns of prose appear
before finally coming to a halt for inspection.

But, even then, like all Flesh they are Mortal,
some existing only for brief seconds before they perish
on that minefield which is Reason.

Or after deliberation, tried and shot for treason,
traitors to the power of the written word.

Many fare better, surviving this battle
in semi-permanent text to
perhaps be read and enjoyed by others.

A few, you may say, The Lucky Few, achieve Immortality,
Written in Stone on the Mind of Mankind

Keats, Byron, Burns, et al.
Will some of mine ever strengthen their ranks
Will they ever receive That Call to Arms?

I doubt very much that they have the Mettle,
to ever join in such a Battle…



Colin J… 22nd July 2010

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