A place where nowhere is infiniteA Poem by mendedwords
Lightly placed above dead remains
Where these clouds hang. Memories like rolls of film Glide through the air with No sense of speed, Everything continues spinning, All but this one spot Where the questions mark the significance of purpose. Meaning, what is that? Fulfillment, was it above every norm? Then Rushing stops for the voices heard underneath the water. © 2014 mendedwords |
AuthormendedwordsVandalia, OHAboutI am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..Writing
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