Luis Gil de la Puente

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((7) Burning, Burning, Burnt - Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente

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.

Comments about ((7) Burning, Burning, Burnt by Luis Gil de la Puente

  • Will Barber (3/11/2009 9:20:00 PM)

    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 (10/6/2008 9:15:00 AM)

    Once a tall tree
    then a hard wood
    burnt into ashes
    feed the terrain

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  • Sarwar ChowdhurySarwar Chowdhury (8/29/2008 9:14:00 AM)

    a 10 for this burning and bright composition. (Report)Reply

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  • Pia Andersson (10/7/2007 7:49:00 AM)

    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 (10/7/2007 6:49:00 AM)

    Very touching and the Sun too burns like us? (Report)Reply

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  • Anais Nietzsche (1/27/2007 7:26:00 AM)

    Thought provoking, touching, tinged with sadness showing the desolation of the contemporary soul. Thank you.

    - Maria

    (PS - typo: wistles.... whistles)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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