Visions milky of scenes unknown to me
Ceaselessly familiar they had been
Yet now, as pebbles grow so harshly sharp,
Reflections distort crystalizing paths
Whispers calm the torment of the storm
As seasons mention that the dead conformed
To everything that once could not have meant
A social massacare of decades spent
At such distance I would hear no sound
Encased so faintly in brumous surround
And, soon enough, glass shatters in the cold
While I am dying young and growing old
Author notes
I've never used a picture as inspiration before. I was surprised how easy, and useful, it was =]
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Comments
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Easy flow out of the mouth - great.
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The whole thing was really great, but I loved the last stanza. You tied it all together greatly, of course. It's always expected that I'll love it. & So on..
Keep it up, great friend.
<3 Alyssa
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The last stanza is my favourite.
Well, the last two lines in particular.
"And, soon enough, glass shatters in the cold
While I am dying young and growing old"
Another brilliant write my dear friend
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this is great
you did wonders with it, great job and good luck
stephanie
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nice poem
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