The painful panorama
most monotonously mundane
as thoughts meandered meaningless,
all ardently arcane.
The middle, the beginning,
or eternal end to some,
all chronicled compassionless
to a sixty cycle hum.
Yet, each sixty-five minutes
passion pours across my face
as meaning's magic rotates 'round
to your enrapt embrace.
A glimpse of understanding
through the mystic meaning of
two transitory travellers
experiencing love.
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From a picture prompt supplied by Lauren.
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Yet, each sixty-one minutes
passion pours across my face
as meaning's magic rotates 'round
to your enrapt embrace.
my favorite part
great job~
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Imaginative.
Wonderful Job on the prompt.
This was really good and I loved the way you came full circle with your feelings as if you were traveling 'round the clock.
BRAVO
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I like this poem for its story told, its wording, and the way it invokes higher thought. Well-written. Your use of consonance serves you well. Write on.
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Superb
A very fine write, regardless of a few small misspellings. I liked the way you expressed your thoughts. Thanks for sharing. -
this was really great! I love the way this write fit the picture so well. You did such a wonderful job.Emotional expression felt in every word.. thank you very much for sharing. I truly loved reading this.
Angel
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wonderful!
A really wonderful poem.
Thanks for sharing,
Succinct and powerful,
best wishes,
Isabella
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