A Poem by Denni

Lines fall,
sweeping and crashing, evanescent
memories of lost times
Times and tomes, read and
remembered. Read
and forgotten
Notes littering the pavement, brittle
and fragile
collecting in a cup with rain
pounding softly
loudly clashing on the streets
the corners of homes
houses empty, full of
Lines stop.
Lost in time.

© 2011 Denni

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this is so much as a poem. But it's more like a portal, lost in time. The lines never stop, as we live and breathe, they will never stop. You paint a miraculous image in my head. So much so that the poem was a little short. But it is always hard to criticize art.
All I can say is, wow.

Stay strong, fellow soldier

Posted 13 Years Ago

What words so brittle and timid flow forth from the withered heart of emotional despondency, sorrowful and melancholy a beauty lies within the depths of the net of movement and emotions lining the simplistic virtues of innocent words. Together on the canvas they form a bigger picture of loss and aching exasperation forever changing those who move on to leave behind the things we thought important so much goes on behind closed doors and those who walk in the deserted places find the words they daren't speak aloud, wonderful.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on June 9, 2011
Last Updated on June 9, 2011



Memphis, TN

Meh, well, I'm Denni . ...And my elbow is cold, what did I just put it on? Oh, never mind, it was just a plate. Anyhow, I'm Mitchell, an aspiring artist who -wait, why was there a plate in my bed i.. more..

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