Sallie Howson


Death Of A Poem - Poem by Sallie Howson

Shot down in its prime.
Shot down
While making daisy chains in the park
For little girls to be daisy queens.
Shot down
While tottering down the catwalk
In this years daring fashion.
Shot down
While bungee jumping from Brooklyn bridge.
Shot down
While kite boarding on Porthmadog beach
Shot down
While refusing ecstasy at a rave,
High on the beat and energy of the music
Shot down
While drawing a moustache on Mona Lisa
And carrying Michelangelo’s David
Back to its rightful place in the square,
Where he can enjoy the sunshine, rain and wind
In his hair.
Shot down in its prime.
Lying dead now
On a cold white slab.
Experts dissecting its liver and heart,
Picking over interesting bits.
Sew it back together
Please.
Don’t leave it in the fridge.
Give it a decent burial,
Leave it some dignity
And let me weep for it,
Shot down in its prime.


Comments about Death Of A Poem by Sallie Howson

  • Simone Inez Harriman Simone Inez Harriman (11/3/2015 1:47:00 AM)

    Enjoyed your poem Sallie. Sometimes our poems are 'shot down' or not appreciated by 'experts' but the beauty of a good poem will always triumph. Much enjoyed :) (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (4/8/2015 12:48:00 AM)

    A wonderfully touching poem, Sallie. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Awa Bah Awa Bah (4/8/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    A very beautiful imagery (Report) Reply

  • Nika Mcguin Nika Mcguin (4/8/2014 12:59:00 PM)

    Shot down in its prime.
    Lying dead now
    On a cold white slab.
    Experts dissecting its liver and heart,
    Picking over interesting bits.
    Sew it back together
    Please.
    Don’t leave it in the fridge.
    Give it a decent burial,
    Leave it some dignity
    And let me weep for it,
    Shot down in its prime.

    Simply beautiful and heartbreaking. The part I pasted above really reigns in all of the emotion, pity and sadness, felt at the death of a poem. And let me weep for it for me that was the punch line!

    ~Nika (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/8/2013 2:35:00 PM)

    Shot down in its prime, young and delicate just like those New town kids.Couldn't help thinking of them while reading this soul touching poem. (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (4/8/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    A great poem bewitching in its thought and beauty.! Leave it some dignity / And let me weep for it, / Shot down in its prime.- are lovely lines that capture the heart, Sallie! (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu Babatunde Aremu (4/8/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Great write. Keep the ink flowing (Report) Reply

  • Hardik Vaidya (4/8/2013 5:01:00 AM)

    Sallie hawson you are the first and perhaps the last poet to have correctly aptly and brilliantly defined a poem. (Report) Reply

  • Besa Dede Besa Dede (4/8/2012 7:44:00 PM)

    Very nice poem, beautiful imagery (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir Naseer Ahmed Nasir (12/16/2008 4:56:00 AM)

    Another good one I picked and mesmerized. (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (9/22/2008 2:15:00 AM)

    death of a poem...alright...but words resurrect strong here...a poem emotional built on good metaphor base...10 (Report) Reply

  • Chitra - (7/19/2008 7:53:00 AM)

    heartwrenching, nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Stug Jordan (5/9/2007 5:17:00 PM)

    This is VERY good. Had to start it again straight away I enjoyed it so much. S x (Report) Reply

  • Madly In Love (5/9/2007 4:44:00 PM)

    Amazing poem Sallie i really enjoyed reading it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 24, 2011


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