Sunday, 9 March 2014

A Sad Picture

Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler
Courtesy : The Mag


I must forewarn,
That my words shall never heal,
Nor resurrect fallen empires.

Whom would you blame
when the distorted world
goes against you?

Would you continue
your sacred travel,
Onto spiritual ecstasies?

Collapsed upon itself,
An angry globe spits
venom and dissolves lives.

The room you see
was a room once alive,
With champagnes and smiles.

Now, shattered memories
plead for salvation,
For rebirth through words.

But very little they know,
In the rules of the world,
Past shall remain forever forgotten.

11 comments:

  1. Desolate is the word that comes to mind--beautifully done!

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  2. so sad this room...wonderful poem.

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  3. To forget we need to make peace with the past...~ Like the steady rhythm in the poem.

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  4. Sometimes there is no rebirth. I guess that is poetry too. Whew, what a poem.

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  5. Well done.....thanks for sharing

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  6. We really are merely ghosts traveling through life. Wonderful writing.

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  7. oh my!! that was a brilliant poem there!! loved the 5th stanza that talks about champagne and smiles! :)

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  8. You have really conjured up the sadness of the room.

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  9. Rebirth through words...the healing of words...beautiful write...

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