Always
wasn’t as long as I expected.
Forever
didn’t outlast the decades.
You’re
The Colliseum,
The pyramid at Giza,
The hanging gardens of Babylonia.
You may fool the Trojans
with that horse
but you no longer
fool me.
You’re Pompeii:
buried,
a frozen moment.
I am not
an archeologist
any more.
Shawn L. Bird 
You’re work is outstanding. Thought I should say that, in case I’ve overlooked the opportunity of saying it before. Blessings
Why thank you.
Love the use of those places from antiquity to infer a true measure of “its now the past, I’m over it, you)
🙂 It seemed appropriate.
Indeed it must have. Closure on anything, given the nature of the human condition, is a precious thing, to share such a thing with others, even more so.
this got into my heart like a small arrow, not an easy thing to do! thank you for this
Thank you! (She says, sheathing her bow)
Ha! Great movement in this poem. We’re not sure where you’re going at first — after all, the Coliseum and the pyramid at Giza are still standing — but the hanging gardens offer a hint. The Trojan horse gives another clue, and then Bam! you hit us with the reveal in Pompei. Very nicely done.
I appreciate your observations!
this is wonderful! I can SOOOOO relate to this! as a dear friend of mine says it “stick a fork in me, I’m DONE!”
and yet, so often one returns ‘as a dog to its vomit…’ lol
I thought for the longest time I had a learning disability! LOL!!!
“2 Kewl Fer Skewl” Auctually!….~~~*(*@*@*)*~~~
lol
Love this one Shawn.
“You may fool the Trojans
with that horse
but you no longer
fool me.”
😉
A beautiful flow of words
Thanks!
Love this one! Inconceivable that such would fall, as a dogged desire. But fall they did. I am still wearing my fedora though.
I love a man in a fedora. I put a character in Grace Awakening (Mars the war god, in human disguise, as a matter of fact) into a fedora. At school there’s always a kid or two who does, and they are always the distinctive, dramatic personalities. 🙂
Good imagery, even better rhythm. I’m sure all of us have a certain somebody who came immediately to mind upon reading it. Peace.
lol I’ve noticed it’s a common theme for a lot of people. Thanks for the compliments.
This poem is fluid, cynical and well rounded. In short, I love it. Thanks for visiting my blog as well.
I don’t think of it as cynical so much as pragmatic! lol But thanks, and it was my pleasure. 🙂
I see your point. You’re right. It is pragmatic.
I love this.
Thanks.
Halicarnassus would of been a great fit in this. Brilliant
Now I have to look up Halicarnassus! lol Thanks.
one of the ancient wonders, a magnificent tomb built by a king for him and his wife/sister (they were weird back huh) seemed like a fit because it was a tomb and the whole buried past theme. I really liked this poem. It should be published, if not already.
Since you’re reading it on the internet, it is published. lol Do you know that if you submit to poetry journals, work on a blog is considered ‘previously published’?
However, I take your meaning. I do put out chapbooks now and then, and this summer I think I’ll put out a few e-chapbooks. Keep your eyes open.
Well yeah, but I guess I’m a little traditional in that sense. I meant in major distribution where it would be taken more seriously-academically. But you are correct..A very-very good poem
You know what you’re right, published is published, forget the pedants, if it is good it is good
lol The world is changing. I didn’t really think of blogging as publishing either, but Ivan Coyote challenged me on that at a conference a couple years ago (we were both presenting) and it made me re-think. That, and the fact that I can’t ever enter anything in contests because I basically write a poem each day for the blog. It’s hard to craft something ‘just because’ to save for a magazine or journal.
contests are so overrated, I’ve won so many and none of them ever got me anywhere. I’ve been published, yet I’m still waiting for that nudge that lets me know I made it. I know I’m an artist, I always have been, but I’ve yet to earn the respect that adorns an established writer. Bansky said something like, what you see as art is decided by a hand full of people. It is so hard to break into that group when they already have their expectations mapped out and you are trying to do something different. As much as I like the internet and think that self publishing could possibly save free speech for those that would otherwise never be published, it makes it very difficult to break out from the pack. But as long as we stay original, our art will shine through. Must wait it through I guess. I will give your material more attention as soon as I get a break. You are a hell of a writer.
I’m specifically referring to those held by reputable literary journals, which then publish your work. Here in Canada, having publishing credentials in those journals goes a long way to official recognition.
As I understand it, it’s been pretty standard practice (for a century or two at least) for poets to self-publish. A couple of years ago a really lovely little poetry publishing house was represented at our local conference (Word on the Lake: http://www.saow.ca) showing his chapbook collection from a variety of poets, and many were just mimeographed and stapled, sold for a few bucks to recover costs. Such is the way of the poets! They take their art to the street, and hawk a few chapbooks. People take the words for a momentary savouring, absorb them deep into their soul, or ignore them.