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A SHORT UNCERTAINTY
by John Yeo
The wise man sat under an Apple tree
Staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled.
"Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box
The blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.
"My mummy says my daddy will die
Then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him.
Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows
This truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
When I posted this on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog in answer to his Wednesday Poetry prompt, I discovered that the object was to write ten lines or less. After some revision I adjusted the poem to eight lines and I think it works very well.
"For today’s prompt, write a little poem. That is, write a poem of 10 lines or fewer. If you normally write long poems, do so in the first draft. Then, start deleting lines. Don’t worry; you can always save the longer version on your computer (or in your notebook). ***** Re-create Your Poetry! Revision..."
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A SHORT UNCERTAINTY
by John Yeo
The wise man sat under an Apple tree staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled."Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box, the blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.
"My mummy says my daddy will die then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him. Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows this truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
The wise man sat under an Apple tree
Staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled.
"Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box
The blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.
"My mummy says my daddy will die
Then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him.
Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows
This truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
When I posted this on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog in answer to his Wednesday Poetry prompt, I discovered that the object was to write ten lines or less. After some revision I adjusted the poem to eight lines and I think it works very well.
"For today’s prompt, write a little poem. That is, write a poem of 10 lines or fewer. If you normally write long poems, do so in the first draft. Then, start deleting lines. Don’t worry; you can always save the longer version on your computer (or in your notebook). ***** Re-create Your Poetry! Revision..."
~~~~~
A SHORT UNCERTAINTY
by John Yeo
The wise man sat under an Apple tree staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled."Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box, the blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.
"My mummy says my daddy will die then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him. Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows this truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
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