Victor Sklyarov

Word

I really do believe
In immortality of Word.
Once said it starts to live
When ceases to be heard,

It only may be observed,
Becomes the personage of endless play
Staged at the theatre named World,
Some for the centuries, some for a day.

Thus Oedipus is no longer king
And Hamlet’s not involved in killing
They are the notions we bring
Expressing feeling.

I start to contemplate
About my fate
So drastically changed
Just by few lines exchanged.
Of all the accidents
I know not precedent.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 3, 2009

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  • Rage Allay (2/9/2009 5:07:00 AM)

    Wisdom and truth runs through your poem. A pleasant reading.

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    Victor SklyarovVictor Sklyarov(5/2/2015 6:50:00 AM)

    Thank you thohg late.

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  • Catrina Heart (2/5/2009 9:24:00 PM)

    Beautiful yet simple theme. Immortality or words like poetry...ageless. Or even to the wisdom you have imparted to your love ones and friends it lives and pass on to their generations...10

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    Victor SklyarovVictor Sklyarov(5/2/2015 7:00:00 AM)

    This was my first try of poetry im Engllish.

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  • Vaishali Ashar (2/3/2009 4:36:00 AM)

    Immortality of the words. Wonderful ode.

    Enjoyed reading the truth, felt several shades too.

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    Victor SklyarovVictor Sklyarov(5/2/2015 7:17:00 AM)

    I started late but met with understanding. It is my fate to stay unbending.

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