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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.

Comments

  1. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger9 March 2014 at 10:39

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

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  2. Other Mary9 March 2014 at 11:30

    Oh, such a sad last line!

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  3. Kathe W.9 March 2014 at 14:08

    so sad this room...wonderful poem.

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  4. humbird9 March 2014 at 16:58

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

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  5. Mary9 March 2014 at 19:28

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

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  6. Wayne9 March 2014 at 22:42

    Well done.....thanks for sharing

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  7. Kaye Waller10 March 2014 at 21:12

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

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  8. Helen11 March 2014 at 10:30

    Beautiful write ....

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  9. Anonymous12 March 2014 at 07:31

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

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  10. Cait O'Connor12 March 2014 at 10:44

    You have really conjured up the sadness of the room.

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  11. Tess Kincaid12 March 2014 at 12:40

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

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