Shot down in its prime.
Shot down
While making daisy chains in the park
For little girls to be daisy queens.
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I think it has been resuscitated! ! ! And deservedly so! ! A charming and valid write!
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 :)
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
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.
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!
Sallie hawson you are the first and perhaps the last poet to have correctly aptly and brilliantly defined a poem.
death of a poem...alright...but words resurrect strong here...a poem emotional built on good metaphor base...10
This is VERY good. Had to start it again straight away I enjoyed it so much. S x
Give it a decent burial, Leave it some dignity And let me weep for it, Shot down in its prime. - - - - It's not dead. It's too lively to be dead! 10