we're the words on the wind
the crumbled news of yesteryear
flying through the valleys
where the trees once stood
weaving through alleys
where the coroprations are just misunderstood
We're the packards on the street
relics of a forgotten age
rolling down the superhighways
now cracked and torn
laced with broken chevorlets
drive on through and sound the horn
I'm the last stanza
standing alone
I am the world
and i am tired
Author notes
everything i see will fade away in time and you and i are no exception. "so untill i hold you again i love you, i miss you, and i'm always thinking about you"
A contest entry
- Wanted: Free Verse rich in metaphor by BellaD.
950 points, ended August 1, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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This contains some very clever metaphor "we're the packards...relics of a forgotten age" and I like your imagery; however, I am not clear on which prompt you used to inspire this...on the wind? metamorphosis? Thank you for your entry.
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