From Arthur To Zen Poem by Janet Budd

From Arthur To Zen

Rating: 4.1


31st December 1919 – 6th March 2005

Don’t know where to find him.
How can I truly care?
He left nothing behind him.

Tokens that would remind him
He’d scattered, who knows where.
Don’t know where to find him.

Where was the link to bind him
To his child? Should I care
He left nothing behind him?

I found a note signed by him.
Familiar yet rare.
Don’t know where to find him.

I wrote to define him
In curls and loops we share.
He left nothing behind him.

Maybe life resigned him
To desire but not to dare.
Don’t know where to find him
He left nothing behind him.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alistair Graham 07 January 2014

Timepiece Look with your eyes at the clock Hear with your ears the tick-tock Think of the time Not of the rhyme Latent potential unlock

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Babatunde Aremu 07 January 2014

A great poem, I like it. Keep the pen flowing

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Colin J... 21 April 2009

I like this one as well... A clever use of words... Colin J...

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Owain Glyn 07 January 2013

This is the first piece of your work that I have had the pleasure of reading, I shall take the time to read more.

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Bernard Snyder 07 January 2015

Interesting poem. However, I do wonder to whom you speak of. maybe that question is what makes this so beautiful and intriguing. Congrats on being chosen 'poem of the da'. Well-deserved! !

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Savita Tyagi 07 January 2015

Beautiful poem. Title speaks a volume. A Like of detachment and a life of attachment depicted so well.

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Kim Barney 07 January 2015

Amen to what Kay Staley said below. Great comments mirroring my thoughts almost exactly. Also, congratulations for having this poem chosen as poem of the day on January 7 for three years in a row now!

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Jasbir Chatterjee 07 January 2014

I like the repetitive pattern of the words Left nothing behind him... Indicates a feeling of both emptiness and indifference at the same time.

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Kay Staley 07 January 2014

The lyrical repetition of the word him in spite of not ryming sounds soothing when read outloud. Vague about the relationship between the author and who the author is writing about. Invokes ideas of wondering about your own past and what you leave behind. The best part is when the author asks themself if they should care that the person left nothing behind them. When other people hide is it our problem to find them? Not a bad poem but lacks identity that the reader would want to link themselves with.

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