While thinking upon lines to speak,
lines to say, every phrase spoke in
mannerisms that became unknown
but somehow these words within this
reverie; thoughts breathed forth eliciting
uncertainty- or by perchance this was what
a confessional portrayed
Footsteps in rippled waters and tear dropped
hallucinations, finally became this structure
yet despite the figure staring oft towards the
horizons—pondering another question amongst
itself
An finalized journeys proceeded as granulates
of sand began to encapsulate time long passed by~
A tree, nearby, stood gazing down as renewed youth
sought old wise men teachings…
This became once again, an epiphany of the
strange traveler.
A contest entry
- Read The Tale.. Get Inspired.. by raspberry.
2000 points, ended October 12, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Life by itself becomes a reverie.. nothing but a dellusion in the end.. Very well written. Thank you for the entry.
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and again, it comes to mind that you are indeed a great and talented writer, this was an amazing read, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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