What if? - thought's fragments

Now that is some very deep thinking do you plan to extend this? Chrys

the first poetry was written with feet (actions) then orally (before writing) and people did have better memories! Where are you going with this? The necessity of poetry? I would like to see where you take this. cheers, Jess

a part of a longer poem stands complete by itself. I found, reading this, that it satisfied me totally. I enjoyed reading your explanation, and if there is to be the longer poem posted here I will look forward to reading it. Pleides

I love this!

This poem in my opinion stands the way it is.. very deep. loved the thoughts invoked and the images and all to end in a ballad..yes, liked this very much.. one question though.. We would have corns when we'll write novels... is we'll the right word here.. should it be..we'd just something I noticed.. Richard

I loved the lines 'our brians would become libraies, continuously built up by thought' it invoked in me the image of endless labrynths of words and books stockpiled in borgesque style maze of literature. I love it. Jacob

Smiles:) Barbara Read a little ackward for me. I stumble and stop often trying to get the true meaning of what you are saying. This way made it flow better for me, helping me to get the full understand, especially in the last stanza, not suggesting you change it. What if writer did not have hands? Wouldn't be any poetry. The poets would become orators, our brains would become libraries – continuously build up in the land of thoughts What if the orators died? The feet would give birth to poems. We would have corns when writing novels and the screams of pain would be called ballads Just beautiful words, if we did not have hands, we would speak it, if we lost our voices, then we would use our feet and dancing out our thought into novels. This is really good. This is what I see here.

thats beautiful. i love what the body and mind will resort to, to express itself. anything and everything

I see the deep desire to secum to what ever means it takes to get the thought out but only mad men and poets can imagine the meanings of anothers mind some of us are simple but not simple minded true you are the writer but don't forget with out a hint of clarity we are dumb founded and confused if this is the intent so be it but if these stanzas stand out to you it might be because you have read the whole thought and hold the keys to its full meaning I tend to think of poems as mysteries and maps into and around thoughts and meanings and adventures this to me is more pholasphy the stuff sung by Palto and the others but we are just dust in the wind I would like to see the whole poem So I could claify the thought or the thought behind it/ Sinbad I need more to the puzzle I don't look long and hard at pieces that don't have mates or boarders I see the fish out of water but would so love to see