The cold from the cement radiated
through his shoes in the sidewalk.
The sun shines through the clouds
but no warmth comes with it.
All of the sites and sounds,
new and old
are amazing.
Everything is big,
bigger than life.
Everytime he see this,
it changes.
The memory is never the same.
There is no way to keep from stairing.
The colors are so vibrant,
that minds new and old
are blinded by the greatness of it all.
Any everytime he goes back to see it,
it will be another experiance.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by leeshylou.
575 points, ended December 6, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
where does this poem take you? which relm of your mind?
Comments
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I imagry in the first line shaped the metaphor throughout the poem. You really did a great job with this well thought out piece. IT is interesting and has many layers. Did you mean to spell stairing that way? Thanks!
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Very beautiful
You did an oustanding job writing this piece. You captured every word you written and everything fit perfectly. The flow is amazing. I seem to find nothing for you to edit xD
Hope.
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great poem - Nicely written - at my sons age everything is amazing new or old, & you have definately captured that.
Thank You for entering the contest
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