Revolving DaydreamsA Poem by Shane Hogan PoetryWater shimmers in midday sun. White slabbed paths feel light, dry gusts of wind. Leaves drop silently from trees. The wind picks up. The wind dies down. Featureless winds. Featureless windows. Featureless doors. This is a clean, symmetrical city. This city lays empty. Light now, where shadows once stood... Where shadows of the mind now stand. No cars, just white slabbed paths.... and shadows of the mind. The building, seemingly made of cubic zirconia, Standing there! Just standing there. Windows, so seemingly 'Fragile', you would just fall through. Windows so seemingly fragile you just fall through. It seems a thought has escaped me, reverberating so frequently, that it has pierced and reverberated throughout every windows being! The cubic zirconia takes more time; cracking and grinding, before its top gives way. For a moment, the glass and cubic zirconia fall on everyone; but the slow sun rises, and the ruins shine. © 2014 Shane Hogan PoetryAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on February 19, 2014 Last Updated on February 19, 2014 AuthorShane Hogan PoetryCo. Kildare, Leinster , IrelandAboutI know you feel it scratching beneath the surface of this state. more..Writing
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