Pulling out the broken threads of past again..
Going through the night... an aimless astray..
Memories grow on the forsaken tools of this atelier..
Rusted because of years wait for a brand new day..
Forgotten is the symphony of this song of yore..
Deserted are the hollow hopes that once lingered inside..
Follow this track if you wish to feel intense loneliness..
Inside the prison of my mind, innocence that I abide..
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That was yet another night for this wanderer..
Another dead path for this recalcitrant mind..
I go on... gathering the pieces of a shattered heart..
Following the sacred ashes of a path so steep and wind..
~*~
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Written March 27th, 2006
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Excellent poem with excellent rhyming.
Memories grow on the forsaken tools of this atelier..
Rusted because of years wait for a brand new day... I agree.
Why don't you write more?
Best wishes,
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Wow. Wow. Wow. The depth and the power of this poem really spoke to me! You are amazing when it comes to that!
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wow, a style very much to what I try to create, and the ancesrty in this sounds like a blood line cut, where the search was abruptly stopped. Nice work
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Wow that made a nice reading, the rhyming, flow and the words were really good. It was something emotional, something that moved me a bit. The title really made me read the poem.
"Forgotten is the symphony of this song of yore..
Deserted are the hollow hopes that once lingered inside.."
Bitter eh, pain, sorrow, tragedy and beuty is the soul of this poem. Nice playing with words and thoughts nicely woven! Anyways I hope I could have writtwen the way u do! Keep on penning lol, we need u!!!
----Good Luck----
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wow! I stumbled upon this amazing display of words, words that breathe the bitter but needed air of true poetry. You move me
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Wow,
Just came back to reread this once again!
I love it!
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Thank you
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What is the past? Do you know? Do I know? De we know?
Is the threads of past are really the past? When I look at those threads I always see them connected to the present. And the way the wind of present moves the strings the way the shadows of the past move.
Dide the past ever existed? We cannot say that as we are always in this moment. prisoned in the being of here and now. And we cannot get out of it. Past - are just the shadows of events that wear the mask of your present. Future - is still not here, and everytime you think of it its still in the present.
Thus the metaphor that I see as the one holding the truth would be the process of walking. Walking as now and here yet carrying the same bags of memories with us, yet, everytime with every new step changing the labells of it.
Past is always walking. The continues present. That is our past and that is our future. And here we gather a new piece of broken heart. Each second so similar with the one before, yet also, so incredibly different from it as well. I dont think we would be to finish collecting those pieces of broken puzzle. Meaning, we wont be able to recollect the view of the past. Yet we can try to learn our present through it. I think thats the path we should follow...
A nice poem, and it feels good to be back after quite some time. Hope you are doing well my friend. And hope you will continue writting your interesting poems in the future (or should I say - in the present?) as well...
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This is the best!
My God! This is one of the best poems I've ever read! Believe me...it's just...wonderful! I re-read it a thousend times because I just simply, loved it! The emotion is so well expressed. AMAZING! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece of work with us.
Keep writing and God Bless
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wow. the emotion and meaning in this poem is amazing! i really like your work and i wish i had even half your talent x
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So well done
Hello my friend. I have missed you (as I have been away so much).
This is so filled with meaning and beauty. No words are wasted in your description, and your choice of words is colorful, meaning, and powerful. Your work is so good, my friend.
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Excellent
Nice ending to an overall masterpiece of stormy emotions that captivate the reader and draws them into what you feel, how you see, and where you're at in this moment of time. Thanks for sharing you, great write, and pen on my friend.
-Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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the very idea of broken threads give an image to a readers mind.. and yet the memories ever so closely match the state, threa by thread ... link by link to the past happenings.. so a good metaphoe from the start, as the poem progresses it starts to leave an impact quite well on the readres mind ... a very welldone blend of hope and darkness , with a pinch of salty words , i say its pretty exquisite, this poem of your... yes the innocent invite of a lonely soul to a world of despair yet in a hope to come out of the dark one day ...HOPE ...excellent , really thought provoking ...
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Very heartfelt and nicely written… well use of words, personifications and metaphors….
mina
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