Wednesday, February 16, 2011

And yet...

My breath is old..my heart ancient
and yet I do not stink and I dont crumble
I have been wrapped up - in mold - a thousand times sold
and yet..here I am gnarled, massively chromed
very much - my own...

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20 comments:

  1. The beast within is young and free. That is the only thing that matters.

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  2. and that is not a bad place to be...our own, and knowing it...

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  3. I really don't know what to say, this takes my breath away.

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  4. I really dig that line, "wrapped up - in mold - a thousand times sold" - it's even fun to say!

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  5. very much my own...good place to be..

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  6. Reminds me of Dali's wilted clocks and shut eyed half faces in Persistence of Memory-- torn off but still very much a face, wilted, but time just doesn't care to stop for little things like that.

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  7. love it!
    the older the stronger we become, within :)

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  8. lovely my friend.. love it! here's my week 38 potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/09/30/i-cant-hold-it/

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  9. Wonderful!! Tarnished, but still in one piece!! I like that spirit and resilience, B!!
    Well expressed too!!

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  10. Oh Yes.. very much on your own.. that is how life is, lived fully...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  11. Mmm...life can definitely make us old before our time...and some of us are 'Old Souls' born again - on the bright side, if you are an 'Old Soul' come back, you can always help others find their way, too...:) Much wisdom in this poem.

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  12. And still I rise! A banged up chevy still ready to do the laps!

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  13. sometimes i feel old. sometimes i feel young. and i like this poem.

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  14. Gawd..I feel like this poem sometimes...LOL

    Very good use of words. I loved the imagery and the emotional points.

    JP

    http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/02/17/truth-be-known/

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  15. Fantastic bro..
    the start is too good... :)

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  16. ahhh... very much my own.... love how you finished this, how much hope in the last line... thanks so much for linking to imperfect prose.

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  17. This makes me think of mummies:). Very interesting work.

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  18. The feel of the words if utterly divine to let my mind envelop around. Cool write

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