still working on this
rarghrargh-brownstar
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Shattered glass, a broken lair
Busted remains of sweet solidity,
Lost in lavish formations
Moroccan gemstones
Shattered on the old terrazzo,
Lost and vacant in the hopeless open
Are shining pieces in blunted, barren slices
Freely embracing the afterworld, of loss and tumble
The reconstructing gradations, are folded into new sculptures
Molded into new patterns, are defunct pieces amended
into newer creations of solitude and sense
exonerating the precedent anguishes….
Busted remains of sweet solidity,
Lost in lavish formations
Moroccan gemstones
Shattered on the old terrazzo,
Lost and vacant in the hopeless open
Are shining pieces in blunted, barren slices
Freely embracing the afterworld, of loss and tumble
The reconstructing gradations, are folded into new sculptures
Molded into new patterns, are defunct pieces amended
into newer creations of solitude and sense
exonerating the precedent anguishes….
Rarghstarfarian.
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nice use of words, Ruby. Very nice.
You should work a bit on it so it flows more easily.
I liked how you slipped in emotion and feeling into these shattered pieces of glass.
Really like this line:
are defunct pieces amended
into newer creations of solitude and sense
Oh, and please keep writing
you have talent.
it's cadence and emotive timbre delight....
lovely budlette of words wove, dove
it should be more like this