
“Building VI” by Antony Gormley
no words last forever
every covenant made
with ourselves every
vow spoken into the
silence of solitude
each will be broken
abandoned in turn
we are apt to forget
what we used to believe
ever mortal with weakness
frantically clambering
moment to moment
the gauntlet of time
its merciless hammers
and chisels of change
raining blows in a
random reshaping
of consciousness
chips flying hither and yon
brittle fragments
expired convictions
detritus of past iterations
a broken mosaic
old motives and dreams
dead stonedusted ghosts
of the long train of people
who once wore our minds
we grow endlessly different
the product of conflict
between new and newer
ideas cursed with
doubtful identity
marked as the world’s
most untrustworthy species
As my dear wife often says, ‘give me a dog over a person any day’…particularly liked ‘a broken mosaic’ says so much about the breed of which we are apart. Extremely thought provoking, to the extent I am about to read for the third time.
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our changeability is both blessing and curse
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‘Apt to forget what we used to believe,’ this is so very true. The contrast in this piece is spectacular.
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I appreciate your kind comment
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A truly wonderful poem.
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thank you very much
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Wow! Fantastic piece Paul – it flows so well, offers excellent imagery and meaning. Sjoe… , kudos!
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thanks kindly, rob
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“Merciless hammers and chisels of change,” love the alliteration. Great poem!
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I greatly appreciate that
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Every day offers new perspectives. Understanding them while maintaining the honesty of our convictions is indeed a challenge.
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the more I learn, the more I forget
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Wonderful poem.
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thanks kindly
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Amazing poem!
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much appreciated
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Love the lines, “dead stonedusted ghosts
of the long train of people
who once wore our minds”
Haunting!
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thank you most sincerely
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“Marked as the world’s most untrustworthy species” That is sad but true. Us sad human beings don’t know what we are doing but we fool ourselves into thinking we are in control. I love this poem!
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I appreciate you thoughtful comments very much
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Wonderful images. “Chisel of change” so fits the figure in the picture. Learning to embrace change even when it is painful is what keeps me going. Hence vivachange 77.
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77 must have been a heckuva year
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You got that right!
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An honest anthropological assessment . . . Sad but true . . .
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I appreciate the somber affirmation
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Hi Paul. Are we not just a moment in time a grain of sand blowing in the winds of time? Thank you for liking my poem Upon That Site! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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well said, malc
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