Marble Words

by Zelalem

Published July 26, 2006

this is in the form of a pantoum.
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He spoke with marble words,
Desired, yet—hard and cold,
Never unheard, these were the words
Which hailed upon her hardwood soul.

Desired, yet—hard and cold,
She relied on the remarks,
Which hailed upon her hardwood soul.
Denting and creating holes.

She relied on the remarks,
Which left nicks and deep holes,
The flaws she desperately tried to fill,
With countless glues and molds

Which left nicks and deep holes,
They’re still visible, even now that she’s grown
The flaws she desperately tried to fill,
Remnants of hail upon her hardwood soul.

They’re still visible, even now that she’s grown,
He spoke the marble words,
Remnants of hail upon her hardwood soul,
Desired, yet—hard and cold.

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Fand
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Fand wrote a review Review · Jul 28, 2006

First of all, I have to applaud you for even attempting a pantoum - I took one look at the format when I was studying poetry and knew I'd never be able to successfully pull it off. The poem itself is very effective, even if the rhythm/pacing is a little wonky in spots. The best image of the whole poem is the one you chose as your title: "He spoke with marble words." Absolutely fabulous, that one. One of those images you read and think, God, I wish I'd thought of that first!

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xanthan gum wrote a review Review · Jul 26, 2006

The fourth stanza was a bit awkward with the 2nd line = 1st line repitition....But otherwise, I thought it was a well-worked, patterned and beautiful piece of work. You got your point across, and I'm not sure if the pattern if your idea or anothers, but it's pretty ingenious.



"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
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