building tomorrow on
the corners of time
tick tock goes the clock with the certainty of proven
………….your heart is the art of discovery
………….and we play the blame game
………….as you are driven
………….through the trees to the track
………….of distinction
………….eyes blindfolded
…………………..not to keep you lost
…………………..but to prevent
…………………..the hound of found
…………………..from following
…………………..your eyes
………….down the paths
………….you did not take
………….to all the promises
………….you could not make
…………………..and you are lost as the
…………………..silence in a sea of dead souls
………….which is to say
………….i hear you
…………………..singing
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April 26th, 2013 at 8:58 am
I just can’t tell you how much you inspire me! Thank you!
April 26th, 2013 at 9:24 am
The mood is set with your words. Beautiful. Haunting.
April 26th, 2013 at 9:35 am
“but to prevent
.the hound of found
from following
your eyes”
wonderful line.. Very much enjoy your work. thank you
April 26th, 2013 at 11:13 am
Hiya, you know of course that your are ‘flavour of the day’ on the Napowrimo site, don’t you?
Well done and about time they picked you.
Every one a winner, and one that I wish I could dream up. Not in my wildest though..yours is the gift. Have you published anything yet?
April 26th, 2013 at 1:02 pm
Full of chewy morsels, the best kind of poem, one to reread and get a little more taste and texture each time. After just a few readings I’m especially drawn to the ending, of course, which is resounding and musical and…right, but there’s something about just the way the piece is built up in blocks, nail by nail, that works more subtly. Really exceptional stuff.
April 26th, 2013 at 10:39 pm
nice…really finely layered…and such quick twists as well…your heart the art of discovery to the blame game and on…the silence and singing…tight write…
April 27th, 2013 at 9:00 pm
this stayed with me all day yesterday. i remembered lines and they stayed with me. thank you.