But Nothing

No it will not work. 
The amalgam of arrival 
and departure. 
Debunking the theme 
of reincarnation, you enter into the body of a poem. 

Crowned and faded out, 
all the icons were diminishing 
in stature.A winter bath 
tries to hold the halo- 
for sometime, and then disappears 
in obscurity. 

Where the things go wrong 
and connectivity snaps? 
The tall people, yes very tall, 
crumble under the weight of anonymity. 
When you climbed down from 
the pedestal, light was dim. 

Did you ever receive a blast in face?

Reviews

[duck]

plenty of a times. love build up to this poem and the fall from pedestal. amazing lines in poem. very stong and direct and the light dimming was shinning to me as a sign of descriptive poetry setting the shade pun intended. crumbling under weight of enormity is pressure getting to much and like a cooker blowing. enjoyable read here.

[likesgreeneggsandham]

I found this so very interesting and loved your way with words.
A winter bath
tries to hold the halo-
for sometime, and then disappears
in obscurity.
Particularly loved these lines.
Also as a very tall person I have received many blasts in the face. Well done lovely writing