The obituary on the book of verse and other paragraph dalliances.

It all started
through the journey
into your vocabulary heart
breaking the atoms
of your very verse.
The book will rise.
Stand while I sentence you.
You will be glued
to a cross
with your pages opened
to be set on fire.
But not before
your nouns and adjectives
drip onto the bed of no verses.
There the pen
will anoint you
in commas and full stops.
May your verbs
run out of puff
and the loss
of your nouns
make you the book
called Nobody.
I pronounce you
page less, spineless nothing
but a pile of ashes spent.
May the book God
have mercy on
your re publication.

Reviews

[Sherri Moshman Paganos]

Love the language. Powerful images ("glued to a cross with your pages opened") Well done!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank our Sherri.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem. Honest and true words Andrew.
"May the book God
have mercy on
your re publication."
the above lines. The writer's prayer. Hello from Michigan and thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank us John ,I owe you a few.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the Judas poet, sealed with a kiss...then burned at the stake...the witch poem.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

A witch poem indeed, a persecution of sorts.bthanks J.

[Patricia Wedel]

Our Country has always been kind hearted and
giving to others. Many seeds have been thrown to the Wind...
and where they "land" a flower grows... and perhaps
fruit trees in different States will provide the needed
Vitamins. There is a lot of food grown and we need Migrants
to pick the fruit and vegetables. Sunflowers are a Symbol of Love and Caring.
truly, the Author, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thank our for your words Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Typo you not our.