Neither a word nor whisper in the air.
A man staggers down the street
caressing a photograph in his hand.
Wind gusts swirl through a tortured town,
toward a new destination;
tall, marvelous buildings now
undressed with their gowns lying on the floor
Birds creep into cracks; they
have no songs left to sing.
Tears trickle down the man’s face as
his lips draw a blank,
memories flash in his head.
The sun, a familiar visitor,
rises to watch and spread love to the survivors
Onward to the next town,
the wind lifts picks up the photograph
for a roller coaster ride.
A school of fish once splashed in the sea,
now stuck to the sand.
The man says a final goodbye;
his picture swirls toward the sky
Adore the imagery
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Imagery is key for me in a poem. I love painting those images (not literally paint because I’m bad at art) :/ lol
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Lol I’m ok at art but painting with words is much more fun and there’s no paint brushes to wash after :P. But yah the imagery in your poetry captured my attention right off (:
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“No paint brushes to wash after” <— this is so very true, but I do miss art class in Elementary school :/ Stop with all of the niceness over there Ms.! :P
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The photograph in his hands…an old flame? A pic of what his surroundings used to be? I love this.
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Maybe you are right, maybe wrong. You will never know lol
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LOL you’re toying with me! Cool!
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Hey, it’s a mystery! Only I’m awesome enough to know the true story :P
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Alright. I’ll let it be.
Take a look at http://www.lucidvelvetmusings.wordpress.com sometime
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There should be a disclaimer on that blog for younger viewers lol
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LOL, but you’re an adult!
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I know! lol But just for the younger teenage guys and gals!
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They’d have to find the blog. I’ll eventually put an 18+ disclaimer.
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I’m just joking around. It’s not a big deal lol
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I just started that blog… It used to be part of this blog but for professional reasons, I chose to separate the clean from the dirty.
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*Sniffle*
Dear gods, that’s beautiful. You have a magnificent talent for creating a beautiful scene in the mind’s eye.
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*Hands you a tissue >.< I love writing those emotion provoking types of poems!
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Well, aren’t you sweet. ^_^
I do, too. And I love reading them! Great job. :)
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Thanks! I wish you were my one of my professors I would totally get an A+ then :P
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I’d give you an A+ any day ^_^
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Thank-you for visiting and commenting on my poem. It provided a path here for which I’m grateful. Love your work. This poem gave me a tremendous feeling of sadness, but the hope glimmered through and made me smile. Very, very nice.
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You are welcome & thanks for your insight. I liked writing this poem, trying to balance sadness, but still being hopeful
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Hi Vinny
Thanks for swinging by my blog & letting me know you did :)) Gives me an extra push to get myself motivated to actually post something a bit more constructive soon LOL! HTK
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No problem! Thanks for commenting back on mine!
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That’s good! If I could make the reader develop some imagery then I am doing my job, yes! :D lol
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Oh that’s nice I did have a beautiful picture in my mind!!! Espically the swirling wind!
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I didn’t even know you had posted a new poem. My reader on WordPress clearly is broken. What a beautiful poem, even without the photo.
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Really? Darn. Maybe WordPress hates more or something lol I was going to add a picture, but I was like you know what, I want the words to paint the picture for me and thank you!
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You’re welcome! Yeah, if my phone is right, you posted the poem December 27. I just got the notification forty-five minutes ago.
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Oh well, It’s official they hate my blog :P lol
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