Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin


Die Living* - Poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

In still of night that sits pretty
permanently on weaklings week limbs
a scar appears from nowhere
and makes a dwelling firm
on the so far blithe suppleness
You live to die and die living
every look a gash
every touch reconstruct
the untainted sinuous flesh
to be gashed afresh
to die living


* Needless to say Indira inspired it


Comments about Die Living* by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

  • (4/20/2008 12:50:00 PM)


    sad, poignant...good thing you sited the reference for without that backdropp it would take longer to fathom the victimization alluded to. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2008 7:57:00 AM)


    I love how others inspire peoples' work, it's like a little chain of creativity being sparked! The sentiments in this are so true. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2008 12:42:00 AM)


    it's URS! inspiration is incidental... (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 3:50:00 AM)


    Unfortunate- but fact of life! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008



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