ebb, flow, undertow

feelings that lie without reference
beneath an expressionless face ,
unidentified and vagrant in a netherworld,
an emptiness that once held a story of fanciful flight,
landing in the disintigration of it's height,
once bursting at the seams with vibrance and light,
now, it's song sung, the story told,
the flame dies, the illumination grows cold,
and time stands by, undaunted by it's eviction,
in observance of the dimming presence,
although, no affliction,
a pithy moment in time
ends in apathetic ambiguity,
and time moves on,

cackling in it's obscurity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

3:16 AM 5/12/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the tides of change can show no mercy.

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annasmith7813's picture

I really love the middle to

I really love the middle to the end!

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thanks for reading anna, and

thanks for reading anna, and glad you liked it!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Morningglory's picture

no mercy...  Liked the read

no mercy... 

Liked the read nightlight. 


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Glad you liked it. :-)

Glad you liked it. :-)


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

allets's picture

Pithy Cackling Time Batman!

Wondrous writing this is and I was rewarded with it at 5:40am. Nice find at 5:40am. It's about time ;D ~A~


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thanks allets!

thanks allets!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "