A Broken Moment

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. 

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

I liked it alot. Nice word flow.

[Maimai]

Good rhyme and imagery :) Love it. Keep writing! xx

[Dayran]

Nature calls us all to come out and live, away from the mind that observes and is always watchful. It breaks the reverie of the music, stops time and invites you to let go. The ocean is the great world of oneness that all must go someday.

Ps. Try to get laid, it might help also.

[donny ingraham]

great piece, nice rhyme, and superb expression of thought

[Thea]

Great imagery...I love the whole structure... :)))

[Rae]

Lovely, never change.

[stars are far]

this is so nice
great work :)

[Lily Mae]

"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."

I love it as a whole and yet this verse got me .. awesome write..x

[Tom Chan]

great piece!