I Am (Parody) Poem by Gert Strydom

I Am (Parody)



(with apologies to Don Mattera)

I am
free,
standing
at the death
of a infernal autumn,
gripped and baked
my kindred spirit falls about:
soothe me with a sword
hanging over me,
with one bread
of baked fabric,
that doves may blossom
from my mould.
Soothe me, with a word,
soothe me.

[Reference: "I am" by Don Mattera.]

Friday, October 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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John Paul 28 October 2016

I am free, standing at the death of a infernal autumn, gripped and baked my kindred spirit falls about: soothe me with a sword hanging over me, with one bread of baked fabric, that doves may blossom from my mould. Soothe me, with a word, soothe me. Very good poem

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Gert Strydom

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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