Stug Jordan

Rookie (18-8-81 / Norfolk, UK)

Admiring Death From Afar - Poem by Stug Jordan


Admiring death from afar;
A bicycle-shape closing
On the foot of a hill,
Where bird-drawn wings panic
Themselves at the prophesies
That spinning spokes inspire.

Meats curl their stiff smells
Through kitchen windows,
As steam blurs the cutlery,
And steaming oven-dishes force the thought
That, in certain instances,
Death looks better so much nearer.

Comments about Admiring Death From Afar by Stug Jordan

  • (5/5/2007 2:37:00 AM)

    You combine fascinating portraits with penetrating philosophical questions in these contrasting slices of life. I do enjoy your work Stug. It really touches the spot. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (4/29/2007 7:51:00 PM)

    Imagine there is no death in the world. what will happen? Chaos. So, death helps the mankind in several ways. A nice poem to read. (Report) Reply

  • (4/26/2007 8:18:00 AM)

    Mmm... if this means looking a nice juicy roast of newly-culled lamb then I guess I like admiring death up close! ! I like this, you've made the ordinary seem extraordinary..... (again!) HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (4/26/2007 6:48:00 AM)

    I think I'll just admire your work, instead. t x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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