The Life of a Poem or A Call to Arms

[Colin J...]

Poems;
Ideas and thoughts gathered from the ether of imagination and made Flesh.

Like fresh troops they fall-in on that paper parade ground, itself only thought, shuffling about until they form a perfect line.

Wheeling and merging, columns of prose appear before finally coming to a halt for inspection.

But, even then, like all Flesh they are Mortal, some existing only for brief seconds before they perish on that minefield which is Thought.

Many, fare better, surviving this battle in semi-permanent text to perhaps be read by Others.

A few, you may say, The Lucky Few, gain Immortality.
Written in Stone on The Mind of Mankind

Keats, Byron, Burns, et al.
Will one of mine ever strengthen Their ranks
Will they ever receive That Call to Arms?

I doubt they have the Mettle
To ever join in such a Battle…

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Colin J… 22nd July 2010