A Broken Moment

A Broken Moment

A Poem by LivingDeath

My guitar lays in pieces, this wreckage unknown
painting a picture, iridescent, alone,
the clock on the wall, burned into time
the wild rain falls like a nursery rhyme.

The trees sway outside, out of control
the air from my lungs, taken below,
times sweet possession, walked to the sea
the string of my life, the ruin debris. 

Where are my friends, those sweet kindred souls
this calm blissful moment, to the ocean I go. 

© 2011 LivingDeath


Author's Note

LivingDeath
A poem I wrote with 2 lists of words. One list being mine, the other Vin Rutilias.

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Fantastic and vivid imagery - well written and structured.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The imagery in this piece is great! Your words flow beautifully and the concept is wonderful and deep! Great work!

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)

Posted 13 Years Ago


very poetic and i love the imagery! great write! ^^

Posted 13 Years Ago


very smooth I liked the flow,

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow...everyone's had that one broken moment
whether it's a death of a loved one, loss of a job,
or a broken relationship. We are amazed when time
races on for other when time seems suspended
to us due to our loss.
Great poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love the ending its so awesome!
I love the creativity in this poem
Rock On

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really like this. the flow is amazing, and just the way the words are spun together. great:D

Posted 13 Years Ago


Vivid poem. I love it! You create such imagery to the reader's mind. =) Fantastic write! I love how it all flows so well too.

Posted 13 Years Ago


the clock on the wall, burned into time ~ love the use of this metaphor, perfect. You paint vividly with your words my friend, a pleasure to read. Keep em' coming

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really enjoyed the imagery and the poem as a whole

Posted 13 Years Ago



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LivingDeath

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