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Wisdom Walk
It’s a hard deal these people dying
Which ones, which ones do you mean
All of them that time stopped in a bad way
That’s all but the old man died sleeping
If we’re born we should live full out, all not some
Things happen we can’t control, disease, each other
We quit too fast, bury things that aren’t dead yet, rush
Tell me the way we go different, say it, say that.
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I can really hear the voice in this piece, the hesitations and stops and starts within the lines, the wry comparisons of tone. Honestly if there’s an open mic somewhere near you, you should consider taking this with you.
Crisp is exactly right. I love the leaps you took within the lines. My favorite is “Things happen we can’t control, disease, each other.” Those commas hold so many stories. Excellent, Jan!
We bury things that aren’t dead yet! So true.
Beautifully written. And very current for us all.
The impact of the first line–sound & sense–perfect. This one grabbed me as well:
We quit too fast, bury things that aren’t dead yet, rush
Oh lovely words… you speak of death disease and dying in these simple lines, crisp and nice. Resonated with my thoughts….
Your words echo so much of what I feel right now too. Beautiful poem.