On concrete and steel above people and birds
The sun has now fallen quite low in the sky
The buildings and trees are aflame with bright color
The scene makes you wish you could leap out and fly
A man holds a child with a smile on his face,
The child is happy to be with his dad.
They stand in a room that is somber and grey,
The smiles contrast with the room that is sad.
The water is green that fades slowly to black,
Small bubbles fly up past an unconscious face.
The light doesn't penetrate this far below,
A life has been lost on the floor of a lake.
It is said that a picture's worth thousands of words
But what if a picture has nothing to say?
A photograph captures the setting and time
But emotion is something it cannot display...
without you.
Dear viewer, remember that all the emotion in books and pictures is supplied by you.
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thank you
I try not to write things that I don't believe.
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Mm, good idea.
I love your tag. "...I seem to have misplaced my buttonhole." Very cute. :)
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
I loved love LOVED the two
I loved love LOVED the two middle versus in this poem. The rhythm was absolutely perfect. And the second middle verse was especially haunting, although these two lines were my favorite:
They stand in a room that is somber and grey,
The smiles contrast with the room that is sad.
My only complaint would be that the last verse took away from the rhythm. It might have flowed better if "without you" was spaced down. :) But, really, it doesn't matter because this poem was great!
Edit: I keep saying verse. I think I mean stanza. :P
good idea.
I think I fixed it. Thanks.
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Now this poem is completely
Now this poem is completely perfect! LOL! No, really, I love it. Good job, again! And I do think that helped the flow. :D
Emilee and Homie
Thank you both.
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Wow
This is absolutely beautiful and completely accurate!
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/
Wow
This is absolutely beautiful and completely accurate!
A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/
Nice.
A bit confusing at first, but I got it after reading the end. :D
Oh and its so totally true. You can never capture emotion at its fullest.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh