Saturday, 18 December 2010

the corridor
was long and dark...
news of your death
closer
with each step

12 comments:

Gabi said...

I like it. It seems dark for you...

LECHAIKU said...

With each word your poem moves me deeply.

Devika said...

Again, this poem speaks so well to me...I have walked through that dark corridors and i've often heard them talk of death with so much ease...as if they were the creators...and then the eternity of soul!

that's a babbling, I know Paul....I hate people talking of death! but it's a reality of life....and we are all walking the same corridor...only that i have crossed the bridge/corridor of death a few times and still walking; and hence the babble...bear with me for that!

Good poem, as always,

wishes,
devika

Devika said...

"only that i have crossed the bridge/corridor of death a few times and still walking...

that's real and true -- not a topic of imagination or fiction that poets/writers love to write...

May be thats why this poem spoke so well, to me...

wishes,
devika

Gwilym Williams said...

It reminds me of landing at the airport and going to see my father. Fortunately I had 3 hours to spare. Or rather he did.

Gillena Cox said...

sadness; no one likes to dwell in that corridor; good write

much love
gillea

Paul Smith said...

Hi Gabi, LECHAIKU, Devika,Gwilym & Gillena, thank you for dropping by and leaving your comments. It's good to know this poem has spoken to you just where you are...

Brian said...

Extraordinary pacing here: harrowing and full of dread. Paul Smith at the top of his art. Universal and masterful.

Paul Smith said...

Thank you Brian, I am humbled by your words.

Devika said...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and family, Paul :)

wishes,
devika

Paul Smith said...

And to you Devika...

Devika said...

thank you Paul :)

wishes,
devika