art sometimes imitates life
life sometimes imitates art
I don't know if there is a name for this type of poetry going from 5 to 1 line and back up to 5 again. I suppose if I centered it, it would resemble a diamond pattern.


Stone Cold

Saddness pulls like a heavy syrup
dripping slowly from my heart,
It saps my strength,
It smothers joy
I stand
stricken
I feel
nothing warm
I feel nothing cold
I feel nothing at all
I am untouched by any emotion
I am a cold statue
no hope of life
marble doesn't cry
nor laugh
dead
no heart
it has melted
with the syrupy saddness
empty now I stand alone
a large piece of dead art
in a park with people
who have beating hearts
and hope too
unlike me
alive





Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-11-04 at 17:37

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Jessica Rexroat
"syrupy saddness"....man mom, incredible.
2006-11-22


keith nunes
but you stand tall among poets phyl! warm and bubbling
2006-11-04


Dan Cederholm
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Great poem here Phyllis!!!

Look out for the Dove's . . . hehehe

Regards Dan

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2006-11-04


Kathy Lockhart
Empty of all emotion we do resemble statues cold and dead, only watching life, not participating in it.
If you turned this on its side, it would resemble the slow ooze of that syrup dripping down the statue's face.
Vivid imagery!
2006-11-04


wee2souls
a very heart felt powerful write I really felt the pain in this read..:)

Saddness pulls like heavey syrup
dripping slowly from the heart
It saps my strength..

WOW! these lines here:)

loved this and i really loved how you wrote this too:))
love cindymac:)
2006-11-04