Treasure Island

Elena Plotkin


Writers of Yore


I know you won't believe me but... oh way back when
There was a time before computers, paper, and pen.
There were still writers who wrote with sticks in sand,
mud on rock, perhaps even blood on their body and hand.
And the reason they tried to write their thoughts and ideas down
Wasn't because they wanted to have them shared or passed around.
But because they realized as the years were passing them by
that their memory capacity was dwindling down... that's why.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 23, 2014

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I forgot what I wanted to write here... oh well

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(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin

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  • Bri Edwards (11/14/2013 2:30:00 PM)

    elena, i especially liked the first 7 words and the last two words of Writers of Yore. and you are correct; i DON'T believe you! thanks for suggesting this poem to me. i can tell it has just extended my brain's useful life by approximately 56 seconds.
    gee, i'm glad i read khairul's comment (i just communicated with him today) because my all-seeing eyes had not noticed the poet note yet.
    one 'complaint' if i may: skin and hand......what part of the hand did they write on if not the skin...fingernails i suppose...or hair! ? i liked the rhyming and the flow. i know i've used some of those 'primitive' writing methods, including blood. really. in fact, earlier this year when i had an 'urgent' need to remember a phone number someone was giving me over my cell phone, i used a small rock to scratch it on a little larger rock. i was on a beach and the tide was rising........that's enough of that story, but it is true. :) bri

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/6/2013 11:06:00 PM)

    Another excellent poem, another 10/10!
    Deep observation, well penned (or keyed, in computers!) .
    And the note...oh well! Sweet! Smiles..... (Report) Reply

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