Open Poetry #4 |
The day before the execution |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Disturbed by writings on the wall And wild thoughts that will not settle I see the sun through rusty metal I hear the silence in the hall I think tomorrow is the day The clock is showing half passed three The only one who’s here with me-- A friendly spider eats his prey A pencil which was long like life Is now less than a third its length And yet it still contains its strength To help me breathe, to help me strive My days go by with speed of lightning Even my nights seem way to brief I know, I’m lacking time to live Just give me time to finish writing His deadly work appears so neat The friendly spider weaves his web Hand of the clock takes one more step As one more line falls on the sheet “The life I lived was an illusion I will awake and it will fade” Upon the paper is the date-- The day before the execution |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Seems Texas leads the nation in number of executions and I have often wondered how the prisoners feel about the value of their own life. Thanks for sharing this poem. Enjoyed. ------------------ Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more? |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Many years ago I tried to capture the feeling of the day before the execution. I never could capture it as well as you did. Very well done ! [This message has been edited by Munda (edited 11-14-1999).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
An excellent piece of writing, Master. Very powerful. ------------------ Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thanks everybody, I wrote this right after I read a book by Nabokov, called "an invitation to an execution." Very powerful book and I recommend it to you, if you have a chance, read it! |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
This one is very good, I really like it. ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
This made me not want to reach the end of the poem.....Like I knew the ending and wanted it to continue like the steps of time. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely told tale |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
oooooo.....the type of poem that brings chills. Nice work!! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
THanks everybody! |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
WOW! Impressive! I really like the four lines: 'A pencil which was long like life... To help me breathe, to help me strive' |
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