David Taylor (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)
Poems by David Taylor : 16 / 582
A Burning Question
I prod the funeral pyre of my ego
with a sturdy stick.
One made of a question
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David Taylor
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wow friend, what an excellent, excellent poem! I can really relate to this (i wrote two poems myself about the same topic) ....The ego, a destructive, and at the same time powerful force....great poem, awesome stuff
love the imagery of the pride burning in the fire, very strong visual message for me when i read it. interesting! jane s
Skilfully mixing unburnt stubbornness
with leafy insubstantial claims.
This image held me for a moment, the truth of it ringing a bell for me quite loudly. Thank you.
I like your style David an introspective write revealing perhaps more of you than you realise. Bu that is something we all do I think I am amazed sometimes by what people read into my words that I had not seen
I think that we learn so much about ourselves on this site, perhaps it's an oppertunity that needed not to be missed
A brilliant piece here again David
Take care
Love duncan X
I liked it David...Pride need be defeated my friend!