Layers of time
pile high against youth
leaving trails
of a top to toe dynasty.
One man's song
orchestrated in poetic grace
spoken to an audience
unable to perceive.
Someday
when the seats are taken
sounds of a baby's cry
will be breathed in by love
and the wheels shall turn once more
sands rising through shadows
bringing an old soul
back to where he's been...
A contest entry
- Quickie - Picture For Your Pens #5 by Ryno.
300 points, ended July 22, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I loved your take on the picture and insightful and creatively incoorperated descriptions...great phrasing and topic...thanks for the enjoyable piece.
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Nice,
I enjoyed this wonderfully inscribed piece,
and wish you all the best in this contest my friend!
Thanks for sharing, peace, Timothy~
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