A man of great stature, they called him "Big Six."
Big Six…
Every place, you are missing,
In the womb of end.
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Porcelain dolls stare into the
Unreachable glass blue infinity….
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…the melody of time skips a beat.
Eternity applauds.
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The clang of the clouds,
As they beat against the Sun,
drowns your voice.
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Swallowed in that woolly mammoth box.
Seventy-two and six inches long.
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The woman of your youth,
Young again, will come of age to loneliness.
Your life, esteemed on the triptych.
Though you left her behind.
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Supposition mystifies more than death.
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Hope at the precipice of imagination…
….but, memory serves to taunt.
The playwright is absurd…
*****
…B-Rated tragedy!
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Comments (6)
Such a beautiful poem. I really loved, “ Porcelain dolls stare into the Unreachable glass blue infinity”. The imagery in that line is fantastic. Great job!
wow, this: In the womb of end; and "the clang of the clouds." Great imagery, super poem!
This was so beautifully written! Loved your poem!
I had to look up some of these words, but you used them so effortlessly!
Well done!
Nice! I like this!