transition

transition

A Poem by David Aiello
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the last poem of one era, the first poem of another

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I had a dream, all threads and ribbons, bent metal and artifice, a thing of time and crafting,
until it was a symphony, the feathered edges cracking, and when I went to glue it after, I found that it was drifting from within.
a pretty marbled photograph, of an artist like an artifact, hoping lack-luster wishes of lustful kisses lost to sunsets soon forgotten...
aye, and as the pieces fell away, I found the sound was silence, and the noises made were mine.
Lost to time, and stolen glances, of a life I dreamed was out of my possession.
where walketh I, through this lush and pastel garden, bound in recollection...

where walketh I...

© 2013 David Aiello


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sounds like an extrordinary piece of craft, this picture frame, strong imagery and great writing

Posted 11 Years Ago


David Aiello

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much! I have kept to my glass box of oddments for a long time, I finally found poetry.. read more

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David Aiello
David Aiello

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Between the dreaming and the moments of meditation, this rendition of transition is a beautiful outpouring tapestry of sensation. If I have a quote, it is thus: Art Exists to Help Us Remember to.. more..

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