Fractured
By amlee
Sat, 13 Apr 2013
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How long the minute ticks
how loud the reverberation of unkindly echoes
ricochet within chambers of a null and void heart
How chill the ice daggers
of crippling cryptic delivered without venom
yet poisons hope, drains sparkle from dappled laughter
I am sand to your rock face
scattered dust to your silent howling tempest
fissured, formless remnant of dream castles drifting into thin air
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This is a lovely piece,
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This is a lovely piece, Amlee, and the use of language is excellent. Personally I would omit the word 'rampage' from the first stanza, you don't need it and the poem flows better and says it all without it, but that's up to you. I particularly like the last stanza, by the way - that wraps it up beautifully.
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