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this thing called life
by Uriel Tovarenjoy it while you can
this wicked little thrill
--i carried on a good tune once
frigid and crisp
against rusty bars--
do you see
an empty candy wrapper
left to sink down in storm drains
tangling its edges on rusted bars
whistling across rusted bars
a fair way
to disolve
once clean water
into filth.
i am that red
red
rust
a fragrant reminder
of our
mortality--
flakey water colors
against stretched out
and sun dried leather.
02/18/2009 Posted on 02/18/2009
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/18/09 at 09:06 AM at least as rust you have the power to change the color of the water. Quite an impact on the life of others, I would say. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/18/09 at 03:52 PM ...we are a candy wrapper[used!] too much Uriel. |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 02/18/09 at 08:45 PM I don't care for the title. Personally, I'd delete the words "this thing called life" from the poem and use it as the title, I think. Otherwise, I really enjoyed this my friend. Really good job. |
| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/16/09 at 09:46 AM I like the way you captured the seething of the fabric, some things decay beautifully(?) others need to be cleaned and changed, replaced and cared for. But beauty does indeed love neglected places. |
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