Philippe Carlos

Rookie - 366 Points (20/05/1994 / Amos, Quebec)

The Chosen Ones - Poem by Philippe Carlos

Is it sawdust?
A golden rule melamine
Or is it stardust?
Erected from a beautiful cemetary
Reared by your eyes
Belonging to the molded silky head
Of the Greenwish elated
That who runs tunnel diggers
To reach
Yet unsettled caregiving personas
And higher grounds

Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work, love and art


Comments about The Chosen Ones by Philippe Carlos

  • Jazib Kamalvi (8/23/2017 8:40:00 PM)


    A nice poetic imagination, Carlos. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks (Report) Reply

    Philippe Gravel (8/24/2017 5:19:00 PM)

    Jazib, your good words are welcomed. I wrote this poem as a plea for the love that animates every artists, poets, writers, musicians in their work and their mission to share their gifts with other people, people who need to acceed other stages of consciousness. Transmitter would be a good way of describing the role of an artist. Best wishes to you. Thanks.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2017



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