This poem is no more.
It has ceased to be.
It's expired and gone to meet its maker.
This is a late poem...
Bereft of life, it rests in peace.
If you hadn't nailed it to the page,
it would be pushing up daisies.
It's rung down the curtain
and joined the choir invisible.
This is an ex-poem..
you are an ex-poet... if you don't create more poems. read full text... later.
And this is a ex or late comment. It was made years ago, and has long since been mouldering under the daises. I guess it couldn't resist a quick reincarnation in order to say hello. RIP love, Allie xxxx
The one in Sherborne Abbey (Late Gothic) , Danny - but that's going back a bit..
A technical query Mikey. Which font did you use? Franklin Gothic Medium, or Norwegian Blue?
I can hear John Cleese doing this very clearly. Some things live on - in many reincarnations. This is a very effective one! Great idea and execution Michael - worthy of the original. jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one put a smile on my face. 'If you hadn't nailed it to the page' LOL Zen