Who amongst them,
those bereft and calloused multitudes...
Who amongst them can truly say
that in the final act of this–
a muddled farce–a play!
"We’ve found a shining gem
in the sad, prestigious interludes..."
A lie, a lie! Spread by them and they!
A proclamation false,
Yet in the muffled moan of curtains closing, there exudes
an artwork worthy of Monet.
So what then of the legions,
those multitudes who say,
"We’ve yet to find forever
masquerading as a day."
Author notes
For my Jewel.
Please tell me what you think
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That is cool. The flow again is jagged but good. I like the title. And I def. like the image you draw up here. Cool.
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Excellant/intriguing
A very unique, and almost mystifying write. Again this is worth reading more than once before I'll be able to understand your underlying meaning.
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this is a very cute poem nice job
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Tis a great poem my dear, even though I can't stand her right now -_- Lovely imagery, well put!
you know i'm here for you, my little jewish bonerface.
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i like this
this makes me think of finding something wonderful where others see only gloom. i admire how you've used your words and the line breaks... i really like good line breaks
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nice metaphor, very complex language, a step away from the norm. Feels very monologuish, like the ending or opening of shakespeare. Thanks for sharing.
Jim
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