Mag 27: The Wails of a Rusty Pipe
Time passes, Iron decays, My purpose is fading,
my structure eaten away.
See the way I cry
when I'm put to work?
It only eats at me more,
It only hurts.
Everyday I wait for the moment,
when they will take me off this wall
and I cease to ferment.
The fires of hell I hear men speak,
sound wonderful and pleasant,
Oh what a treat!
To be rid of this rust,
This dust and blue,
To be awakened and reborn,
To be once again anew.
What could be worse than flame?
For so many seem afraid.
To remain stagnant,
To always be the same.
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ReplyDeleteLove the message here of renewal and change...amazing writing you are talented beyond your years. :-)
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ReplyDelete'Time passes, Iron decays,
ReplyDeleteMy purpose is fading,
my structure eaten away'
'And if our souls should ever part,
A tide of grief would flood my heart.'
These two seem to belong together!
Nicely written, both of them.
Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderfully well crafted!
ReplyDeleteVery well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks all around :)
ReplyDelete"..My purpose is fading,
ReplyDeletemy structure eaten away."
This is really nice.
Well done. The pipes become a metaphor for a human life. Great poetic idea.
ReplyDeleteExcellent Magpie, great imagery and I loved the last verse - has a message for us all.
ReplyDeleteawesome. I like what i got from the poem. . . it's better to progress and move forward, even if it means to Hell, than to never change. cool, this is totally how I feel about life. great poem.
ReplyDeleteReally thought provoking. Why do we so often fear change?
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this poem. Well written.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
Beautifully written and thought out!
ReplyDeleteFor so many seem afraid.
ReplyDeleteTo remain stagnant,
To always be the same"
Great words- well done!
Movement keeps us alive ... emotional, mental, physical. I love the message in your Magpie.
ReplyDeleteSee the way I cry
ReplyDeletewhen I'm put to work?
Would you believe, a plumber has discovered a leak in my water meter this afternoon! Not sure if it's crying alone, or waiting for me to join in! LOL :)
Like the idea that flames from a blowtorch might help set things to rights.
Outstanding. I love the part "Everyday I wait for the moment, when they will take me off this wall and I cease to ferment" it is that inward struggle that I have with myself every day.
ReplyDeletei'm also afraid of being stagnant - i always want things to change and to move...
ReplyDeletewithout change there is no growth, without growth stagnation suffocates life.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem.
To be stagnant..that is the worst...you nailed it!
ReplyDeleteI'll chime in...well done
ReplyDeleteLovely words, lovely poem.
ReplyDeletegreat magpie, the remaining stagnant - reminds us that change is for our good....bkm
ReplyDeleteThanks for paying me the compliment! There are a few more recycling etc posts in there. "The meek shall inherit the earth". Bullshit! Add the words: "What's left of it!"
ReplyDeletelol.
ReplyDeletewonderful tale...there is something worse than flame..exactly. nicely played mag!
ReplyDeleteTo be rid of this rust,
ReplyDeleteThis dust and blue,
To be awakened and reborn,
To be once again anew.
You express this yearning well in the poem.
beautifully spoken, excellent magging!
ReplyDeleteI want to say thank you to everyone for your comments. You guys are awesome!
ReplyDeleteOh good one........well written, well imagined, well protrayed. Nice to find you at Poets United. Write on!
ReplyDeleteIntense.. and very well written..
ReplyDelete:)
Wonderful; I love how you encircled the idea of new and old, faded, rust and the idea of rebirth~
ReplyDeleteGreat Job~
authentic poetry, smiles.
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