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Heart, Hand, Mind

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A loving heart,
Now drowned in a sea of sorrow.
And like Atlantis,
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
Never to return to the surface.
Never again to be walked upon.

A giving hand,
Now smothered under the earth of regret.
And like Pompeii,
Buried by stone.
Never to return to the empire.
Never again to be seen as it was.

A patient mind,
Now taken away by a time of anger.
And like Brigadoon,
Hidden from age.
Never to return to our time.
Never again to be where it was built.

A human being,
Now changed by experience.
And like Shangri-La,
Corrupted by outside influence,
Never to return to peace,
Never again to have innocence.

Author notes

Well, I know that there are some holes in the myths, but don't read into the myth used, just think about the aspect of the person.
Written December 13th, 2004

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  • SuZyCuE
    December 18, 2004
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    I really enjoyed this. Your flow was great and your message was heard loud and clear. Great Write :-)


  • American Cowgirl
    December 16, 2004
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    Hey there! I thought this poem was wonderful! I love the comparisons, they are so well used to express the message of this poem. I honestly cannot wait to go read more! Thanks so much for sharing, keep up the good work.

  • Easy Assumption
    December 13, 2004
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    very simple and enjoyable piece. I really like your comparisons that serve to ground each stanza. Perhaps it was a bit cliche at first...but that's okay. Poetry is meant to express your feelings, your frustrations and joys... it does not have to always be entirley exciting and new and crazy... none of that kind of stuff really matters. Poetry is between you and yourself, not the rest of us. I think there is a good message in your piece, and it leads my mind to paint some interesting pictures.


  • LiquidLullaby
    December 13, 2004
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    Hey! I thought this was superb! lol, I like that word, sorry if it sounds odd, but Yes, very good work, I liked the comparisons, good word selection!
    Love,
    Katy