a miracle brings

warmth and comfort on paper

it flies to rediscover

memory made flesh

-buried in the ink of books

Sealed in breath

People alter, people falter


their words never disappear

©Vivian Zems

Real Toads- 13 is Poetry

Magaly tasks us with using 13 words from the following text to depict a metaphor.

“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.” ~ Diane Setterfield