All the poets are like zombies
wish to know exactly - whose?
from what moral tribe they arose,
or so, from fleshly doom.
and only then to listen,
hierarchy to know.
but noone will tell the secret
and answers to us disclose.
well said Liza, I agree with you.no one knows from what ancient tribe did we hail? I guess no one will never know.This brought a smile.
Love this! ! ! Thanks for sharing this simple, short but informative lovely poem!
any poem concerning Zombiefication Gets Three Quills up from me. I Like it very Much -)
interesting! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
but noone will tell the secret.......none? i've never met a zombie i didn't like. bri :)
L o L! Eccentric? Most definitely...Zombies? Only the ones who think their better than they are, find out they're not and go into a walking coma.....God, I'm glad I'm not a Poet! ! ! Good work, LiZa... Hmmm...Hope that 'Z' doesn't stand for... never mind ~FjR~
Come, come now, I prefer to be excluded in that assessment. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Liza, Sometimes I feel detached from reality and living in a dream. I guess this come along with being somewhat of a frivilous and gentle spirit. Thanks for sharing, Paul