A Spade a Spade

by Kevin   Oct 2, 2007


I called them all by name,
to rapt attention living or not.
I forced then bend my way,
deployed their worth in what I sought.

Twice I lost the trail of titles,
and scorched returned to ponder flames.
The last attempt my brother called me,
a Master of the ancient games.

I cried him out and broke him down,
we wept together both in shame.
He died without the ever knowing,
power that resides in names.

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  • 16 years ago

    by CWG

    Great poem, i really liked it.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    I cannot help but to wonder if there is more than what you have placed in black and white. I feel as though there is something written in between the lines as well.

    Still, this piece is moving and allows great streangth to show. I love how you keep your stanza's at a regular flow. Not allowing for any interuptions.

    The title in itself it fitting; yet, it does not lead the reader to correctly assume what the poem is about. That is a good thing.

    ~~Sher

  • 16 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    You have a lot of talent here. Your message and flow was flawless and on point. 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow... this is so powerful, I'm honestly amazed. Every stanza is truly effective.
    I admire uniqueness of this piece, and the creativity that you put in it. You expressed emotion through the poem excellently.
    5/5 from me

  • 16 years ago

    by Keath

    Wow, I really like this. It's heavy but strong and abstract. Perhaps not perfect but it's good enough for me. Very strong ending, definitely a good poem. 5/5

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