Frieda Landau’s most recent poem to appear here was Small Talk (January 2013).
Entropy
By Frieda Landau
We start to die the moment we are born
Thrust from the velvet darkness of the womb
That first breath leads inexorably to the last
The grubby child happily digging
In the dirt is digging his own grave
Thrust from the velvet darkness of the womb
That first breath leads inexorably to the last
The grubby child happily digging
In the dirt is digging his own grave
How true and powerful. I love the short poems with impact.Good job.
Clever
Powerful indeed…sweet and dark at the same time. Like dark chocolate…hmmm, I feel a poem coming on. 🙂
I like the happily digging part. We are all heading there, may as well be happy.
This one called me back to reread it again and again.