Songs Of Prometheus Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Songs Of Prometheus
there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I'm still on my last breaths
they won't leave until I have gone
a brown leaf about to fall
I remember the white foam of waves
not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets
but subtle colourings of children's books
gently paging in rippling tides by bare feet
sand on toes in fizziness
those waves, they kept on repeating
some are probably praying
others counting along with the clock
they stand around my bed
some I want to leave, others I want to stay with
I've done the fighting, I've done the pleading
cue the baby in the next room
Songs Of Prometheus
poetry by Clive Culverhouse
chosen by Poem Hunter to be a Poem Of The Day
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Excellent stuff! Finally! A poem worthy of being chosen as Member Poem of the Day!
I have set this picture in my mind. The mourning. Expressed well. We have to live whilst we are able.
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The titan who mastered fire now lies on his deathbed. How poignant that his memory lingers not on life's sound and fury but on delicate, subtle things! After summing things up, his thoughts reach out to a child soon to be born. Is he entrusting his fate to a Pythagorean rebirth, or simply finding solace in life's continuity.5 stars for intriguing reflections.
your words are wise rebirth indeed, as is continuity thanks for your intriguing comment
'they won't leave until I have gone a brown leaf about to fall' - feelings so profound, expressed in these two lines!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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some I want to leave, others I want to stay with I've done the fighting, I've done the pleading/// the bare feet and toes touched the sand to the desired victory where fighting of life has no end, where some have gone and some to stay in the pleading of the desired goal; beautifully executed the poem by the entitling Songs of Prometheus; congrats for being selected this poem as POD.......5******
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