Darkness descends its shadow upon
once was
as all that could contain
is shattered
pieces scatter into a mosaic form
of reality
barring colors of hope,
though they lie there
cold, under Autumn's debris
queries still whisper
within the wind
as age only proves
desolation
with unguarded trust
plunging its soul
into the depths of impiety;
conscious efforts are never given
reverence to those who dwell among
the immoral
so what shall become
of this artist’s creation
after gathering its yesterdays?
Just another work of her art
displayed~
Author notes
Prompt: Yesterday:
Choose an option, and write a poem that speaks from the heart. Use metaphor, poetic device. Free verse only please.
In a list
A contest entry
- Be Inspired ~ Options~ by Jersene.
1500 points, ended October 17, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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'queries still whisper
within the wind
as age only prove
desolation'
it's sad, really, as we age, society wants us to think youth...and yet, whether spring or autumn, there is beauty in both. I think yesterdays are to be cherished, but so should be the todays. Thank you so much for your entry :
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wow...
Sadly beautiful....
But we gather new petals and leave a trail for love to find and it will find our hearts even in the midst of darkness...
Excellence, as always, bff
Lynda
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excellent, sounds like wind storm came unexpectantly scattered about. Remnants remain of love now shattered.
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Hey friend.
This is a profound write.
"pieces scatter into a mosaic form
of reality
barring colors of hope,
though they lie there
cold, under Autumn's debris"
Well-expressed.
Good luck in the contest.
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