Open Poetry #14 |
Pieces |
catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Pieces of what used to be a fine place of architectural splendor lie abandoned in sordid piles of grafitti spewn reality. Apparently there is a bonding material that has degenerated and more pieces fall. Soon nothing will be left but a hollow shell once filled with love many eons ago. Just an empty building with no one home standing in ruins on the wrong street, in the wrong town, on a shaky foundation waiting for a wayward wind to blow it down. |
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FireDancer123 Junior Member
since 2001-06-14
Posts 43Virginia |
first it made me think berin wall.. then broken family.. then old and once loved building.. emotion. I loved it. ::write forever:: "If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame." - A.Duritz |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Apparently there is a bonding material that has degenerated and more pieces fall. Soon nothing will be left but a hollow shell once filled with love Ahh, is not the bonding material, the love itself? When the love leaves, the house dies. I love your prospective of this one, nicely done...gentle smile, Sandra |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
yipe whoosh,,,did i do that? effective poem yuh |
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Eye Junior Member
since 2001-06-10
Posts 28Outside Looking In |
This is quite good. You pull the reader in and do not release until the final word. Both objective and subjective this is a fine piece of writing. Not to mention great imagery and metaphor use- Really Good. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
great poem Sandra. . . this has a wonderful flow to it and I like the idea that you've used here. . . and it really speaks to me. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
vivid portrayal of loss I feel. "This rose has seen red, I have been blue |
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