![]() ArchitecturalA Poem by EmilyYou
can’t write poetry about pillars and columns. The two are completely different. They just don’t lend themselves. But oh, you misunderstand. Each blueprint calls back to Ancient masters who dared To chisel life into exacting Stone, cutting a heart into Steel. Things stronger than We like to admit. Like little Atlases, they hold up the World, and map out where A sledgehammer should fall And destroy some beautiful Works. Even rock changes. Cemented, grounded as they are, As crumbled as they are to end up, Still they stay. We could stand to learn from that.
© 2015 EmilyAuthor's Note
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AuthorEmilyCAAboutHey, I'm Emily. I go to Los Angeles Valley College, and I write poetry and some short stories. In my free time, I draw, play video games, and play with my dogs Zeke and Roscoe. Zeke is a Great Dane/Bo.. more..Writing
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