Ceili framed in painted glass
Changes color with the shadows that pass
Faces smile down at the lass
There she sits in the back of the room
Drying her eyes, inhaling the gloom
Reflecting on uncertain doom
Is this it, are we the last
When we are gone, will the good times have passed
Did we take things much too fast
She picks up a rock, and shatters the glass
Please tell me what you think
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ah yes, when in doubt throw things about lol and it is always good to hear the sound fo breaking glass, leg it, the cops are coming
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lolol, thank you for that.
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'she picks up a rock, and shatters the glass'... love that last line!
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Good Poem
The poem is very unique,and good,I like it even though its short!Sounds like you are heart broken,and that you took a chance on love and lost!keep on writing,Happy St. Patricks Day!Lisa K Haslett Raytown Missouri! -
This is an excalent poem. The end was not shocking but still threw me off. I love the flow and feel of the poem. It reminds me of something my mother told me once, but now I forgot.
Thanks for sharing Harmony and love, sarah
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Good start. Then it dropped off like you lost interest. It had real curiosity. A angry wondering. So the anger of shattering the glass physically really doesn't fit. She's shattering her own wonders. I like the intensity. The imagery was well used. It is my favorite part of the entire poem but just not so much the ending. Thank you for sharing. Good work.
Remember when you pen from the heart you shall never write wrong.
~SongByrd
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great write, really! nice imaginary and the rhymes were very good too :]
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