Many were the days spent ere death on the park bench
A house of tall wonder, charming diminutive figures
Yet encircling the halls;
Fair ladies of great beauty meandered through the tapestry,
and when I wished,
Woven out were all but a ghost,
Still, on seat of stone, in finite repose.
The numbers weaved in and out of the dimensions of his tableau,
Throughout wave, ripple, surge,
Diluvian in the mind through which they drowned.
Yet vague always; and such lengths afar they were,
That my fingers could barely grasp their fleeting tales of passing.
Thus I remained,
Not seeing,
Nary a sound reached my ears;
Yet all pierced,
And all I perceived.
Author notes
I approach my time alone by approaching the minds of others.
A contest entry
- Me time by Purush.
550 points, ended March 29, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Real Poetry by Hermit Risin.
370 points, ended May 18, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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beautifully written.
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Splendid!
I loved this ... clearly you have written for some time ... and took yours on this poem ... because your talent shines...
Best of wishes in the contest!
~ James ~
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All the best in my contest
"Yet all pierced,
And all I perceived."
nicely written verse
all the best in my contest
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