What my mind knows and sees

What my mind knows and sees

A Poem by Picture of Poetry

For the golden heart cries with 

the tears of the golden flute, for the

notes of wisdom and shame float and 

flutter along the long and windy road,

to end at any point, in the mind that it 

survives in.

 

The mysteries lie beneath the breaking heart.

 

As the petels of death fall slowly,

and every tear of loss falls gradually and

fills the water that slowly flows to the River of Red,

for as the tears run, its master dies and the

blood in the highway veins drips as they sit

along the river bank into which the sun shines

upon, but now hides its face in shame with the moon.

The mind that creats these things, soon looses

each one as a drip of it falls from the eyes

to be given to someone else.

 

The mind is almost full of endless,

ideas that long to be set free,

so that the world may know of them

on and forever to end, and soon die

to be reborn into another

mind of wonders beyond the

books of others.

© 2008 Picture of Poetry


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Wow! What amazing freeverse! Often freeverse poetry sounds incredibly awkward and almost like brainstorming (atleast, this is the problem that I have) but this is wonderful! Such vivid imagery and ideas. Your mind is so interesting. XD My favorite lines were "As the petels of death fall slowly, / and every tear of loss falls gradually and / fills the water that slowly flows to the River of Red" Beautiful!


Posted 13 Years Ago


Nicely done...vivid wording. I agree on the grammar clean up, though...a little run on in places.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now that's a Picture of Poetry. :) Very neatly done. It could use some grammar clean up though.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Picture of Poetry

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My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..

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