A life Unsung - a poem by John Woolard in memory of Chris Cornell
By John Woolard
@JAWwriting (298)
United States
November 28, 2019 12:26am CST
Falling into a blackhole words strung out with more emotion than any others ever heard. A life unsung and the notes unheard with you gone mean more than all the music ever heard. Tomorrow never comes but yesterday will always be with us with the sounds of your life unsung. Art that is a blue print to a generation but just as personal as a name. Notes trickled down like raindrops and razorblades. Won’t you come and finish this life unsung?
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@eileenleyva (27560)
• Philippines
28 Nov 19
This is a good poem but it will be better in verses than prose. Would you allow me to do the first few lines, to show what I mean?
Falling into a black hole
words strung out
with more emotions
than anybody ever heard.
A life unsung
The notes unheard
(For) you are gone.
(And) you are the music
(You) are all I heard.
Hope you like the free verse structure. It is important to a poem.
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@JAWwriting (298)
• United States
29 Nov 19
I agree but every time I edit and try to resave it in lines it ends up just garbled together. If you look at my other poems you see I structure; this one is just being stubborn.
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@eileenleyva (27560)
• Philippines
29 Nov 19
@JAWwriting Checked on your elegy for the Amazon. Yes, that is a good poem.
Sorry, I didn't know you are a real poet/writer.
(Embarrassed.)
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