Songs Of Prometheus Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Songs Of Prometheus

Rating: 4.7


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

Thursday, October 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,poetry,rebirth,death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
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Songs Of Prometheus
poetry by Clive Culverhouse

chosen by Poem Hunter to be a Poem Of The Day

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 15 November 2020

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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Clive Culverhouse 17 November 2020

thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem Songs Of Prometheus., ., ., .

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Cowboy Ron Williams 15 November 2020

Excellent stuff! Finally! A poem worthy of being chosen as Member Poem of the Day!

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Clive Culverhouse 17 November 2020

thanks for your appreciation of my poetry., . .

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Lyn Paul 15 November 2020

I have set this picture in my mind. The mourning. Expressed well. We have to live whilst we are able.

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Clive Culverhouse 17 November 2020

thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem Songs Of Prometheus....

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Denis Mair 15 November 2020

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.

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Clive Culverhouse 17 November 2020

your words are wise rebirth indeed, as is continuity thanks for your intriguing comment

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Khairul Ahsan 15 November 2020

'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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Clive Culverhouse 17 November 2020

thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem Songs Of Prometheus, ., .,

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