by Willow3939Greer, South Carolina, USA
Apr 2015 498 Views 5 comments
Lost Things
Of things beautiful and profane.
Grace of form in marble revealed.
Of light and shadow, the canvas speaks.
Words and music flow like wine.
Images dance and roll inside the mind.
A glimpse, a portrait, a moment in time.
Abandoned now, the ways of old.
Condemned to burn, the conflagration consumes.
Bereft of hope, the future lament.
Glittering, sparks, the dying embers glow.
Swirling ash on howling winds.
Scattered, lost. To be seen no more.
Grace of form in marble revealed.
Of light and shadow, the canvas speaks.
Words and music flow like wine.
Images dance and roll inside the mind.
A glimpse, a portrait, a moment in time.
Abandoned now, the ways of old.
Condemned to burn, the conflagration consumes.
Bereft of hope, the future lament.
Glittering, sparks, the dying embers glow.
Swirling ash on howling winds.
Scattered, lost. To be seen no more.
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Posted: Apr 2015
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(In a future where art and literature are not only banned, but destroyed…Written for The Vita BioGen Legacy: Gods)
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Comments (5)
Swirling ash on howling winds.
Scattered, lost. To be seen no more.< I like this nice flow of words and feeling