GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 766 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

2 And A Half *'s - Poem by GRANT FRASER

I was not born
to direct thought,
as if true living
was one great big
sentimental movie,

NO!

NO!

NO!


I was born dead and I am
still trying to live or give,
whatever it is...

as close proxim.

Poems are just snippets
of life already lived,

and the only reward,
is the high falutin
feverish attempt,

To catch the mouse,
before it leaves the house,
all dressed up like a bigger rat,

Imagination -

trapped no less,
nor more,

for the better or worse...


Comments about 2 And A Half *'s by GRANT FRASER

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 2, 2014



[Hata Bildir]