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

[Stormy Weather]

"The clock on the wall, burned into time
The wild rain falls like a nursery rhyme."
Those are my favorite lines. :3 Great poem, full of a lot of imagery and a good rhyme scheme.

[Brianna]

Hey, this is great :) thanks for the RR, I have like 400 :/ I need to send some more love x) Anyway, this portrayed a very vivid scene in my head.. in the end, is he giving up? it kind of seems that way to me, but I don't really know :p
great write, by the way :)
~Chey

[Kat]

I love this... a lot. I love how it sounds and how it flows and everything! Fantastic job.

[Tainted Devotion]

Wow yours is really good. XD You never cease to amaze your fellow writers. Wonderfully done. I love your writing style and the intensity of your pieces of work. Never stop writing. You have a gift. Keep on using it. :)

[Caleb Pendleton]

beautiful poem man, even more amazing to think that you wrote it out of a given list of words. Major kudos.

[Dewella~Vintella]

Ah, again, yours is so much better than mine. XD

Then again, I knew they would be drastically different, what with our styles being different as you said earlier.

Wonderful job, I hope you had as much fun with it as I did. :P