Open Poetry #14 |
Though Flesh Be Weak |
Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Though flesh be weak, methinks the man is whole, His thoughts in rhyming words this doth reveal, For naught but death can take the poet's soul. And he in health or sickness plays his role. He speaks his verse with fervor one can feel. His flesh is weak, words prove the man is whole. And when his weakness takes its dreary toll, He finds the will inside with which to deal. For naught but death can take the poet's soul. With keenest wit, his words are just as droll; Ill health cannot defeat poetic zeal. Though flesh is weak, the man within is whole. Though illlness tries its best his breath to steal, His head may bow, his weakened knees may kneel. Though flesh be weak, methinks the man is whole; For naught but death can take the poet's soul. For Al. By Joyce |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
How very true this is, and even in death does the poet live on through his or her words. You penned this well, and with tenderness of soul. ~*~ Remember to tell someone today that you love them ~*~ |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Nicely done, Joyce, enjoyed reading! ~Tier |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
A lovely tribute to the person and the soul of strength within..gentle smile |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is almost a villanelle! It's lovely. Kathleen Blake |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Thanks everyone for reading and commenting. It means so much. Sometimes my poems whiz away without notice. Yes, Irish Rose, we were practicing Villanelles when I wrote this. Joyce |
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