Warren Falcon

Rookie - 496 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

For All The Words Dished Up - Two For Emily Dickinson - Poem by Warren Falcon

1

For all the words dished up,
A plate without meat. Maybe, bone.
No love fattened you,
never used your flesh.
Green as grass you stayed.
Dauntless, no narrow fellow passed.

2

This talk of death, dear Emily,
I know it intimately - plain talk
describes it best, as you know,
this Mystery grotesque -
concreteness like tombs hard in
the eye or that slant of light
obscured by a fly.

OK. It's done now. And ever will be,
for all the words in green
afternoons cannot evade mortality -
and soul no more than that butterfly be,
I laugh to call it Eternity that waits
beneath this plank, that other room
where a coach kindly stopped,
dropped you, yellow wing, still and
dark, now daunted and alone.


Comments about For All The Words Dished Up - Two For Emily Dickinson by Warren Falcon

  • Rookie Lauren Greenspan (1/7/2010 2:47:00 PM)

    Firstly, thank you for your kind words on my own poem. They are much appreciated. Secondly, this is beautiful. 'No love fattened you' The imagery kills me. Remarkable. Thanks for posting. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 145 Points Nimal Dunuhinga (12/29/2009 2:24:00 PM)

    A full stop.

    She begged!
    At lest before the New Year
    Eradicate this unnecessary punctuation mark
    From the life sentenced. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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