The dust of ages past
mutes my spirit.
I cannot walk as a mortal.
I cannot see behind me.
And the future, if one exists,
is lost to the here and now.
Flesh, bone and the substance
that lubricates it
are topics of fantasy.
I am only what I am.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired - 10 Lines by AliceinPoetryLand.
900 points, ended November 27, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice depth to this piece, delving into past, present and future. Thanks so mcuh fopr your entry

Gaylene
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Very Good. Good luck in the contest.


