That's all he wanted
when he rented a movie
or paid his way
at the local cinema
or read a book
recommended
by a friend or a review
That's not much to want
in this war-torn world
beset by all manner
of catastrophe
from catarrh to cancer
When his time came
he was properly interred
in a faux bronze coffin
in a decent plot
marked by marble
and mourned
by members
of his menage
along with other relics
of free verse
wow man, really nice. A few different levels to this poem that made me shift my mindset a few times. First I was stuck on the movie theme, and then the graveyard, and then back to you the author, describing a 'relic of free verse'. This is definately a poem I'll remember. You have real talent. I'd really like for you to see my work and let me know what you think, its rare to see so much talent on here.
pretty flippin awesome. nothin flippant about it. usually i've come to learn, ppl don't want a whole lot: respect, love, warmth. i like the double entendre of plot [burial and story]. best care, sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
faux bronze?