Luis Gil de la Puente
Palencia-Spain
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((7) Burning, Burning, Burnt

Rating: 3.1
Let´s find new chalk
for the spring coming,
burning ideas,
more wood, please.

Let´s make doves fly.

We are lonely
next to the path
to get a sight
of that huge Christ image.
Stern stone gaze
towards that forgotten margin
of the city,
where hard-boiled kids
keep their hearts locked,
pretending to be something
that cannot possibly be.

Is it a blessing those open arms?

The north wind breaks on the hills
and wistles notes hard to swallow
for the pure ears of those
who can´t smile
and throw stones.

Old chalk dust,
Where is the wood?

It is still cold in spring.

Wood keeps burning
but it´s no use.
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COMMENTS
Will Barber 11 March 2009
You are very expert at communicating a message through image, not doctrine. The Objective Correlative, TS Eliot called it - the essence of metaphor.
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Arwen Lee CW 06 October 2008
Once a tall tree then a hard wood burnt into ashes feed the terrain
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Sarwar Chowdhury 29 August 2008
a 10 for this burning and bright composition.
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Pia Andersson 07 October 2007
There is something innocent new and fresh with chalks How clever of you and your mind to think of that...An exellent title..yes more wood please I love your poem You write with such force and passion! With love pia
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Nimal Dunuhinga 07 October 2007
Very touching and the Sun too burns like us?
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Anais Nietzsche 27 January 2007
Thought provoking, touching, tinged with sadness showing the desolation of the contemporary soul. Thank you. - Maria (PS - typo: wistles.... whistles)
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