sixtysecondminute
ubw rookie
Joined: May 27, 2005
Location: Solihull, UK
Posts: 186
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| Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 1:02 pm |
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The clock is working but the face is bare,
The hands are silent but the noise is there,
The wind moves freely but knows it's trapped,
It circles its cell then turns right back,
The sun shines bright for all to see,
Its life bereft of secracy,
The oceans roar and age with time,
Then drown the beach in ruled off lines,
If light was dark, and up were down,
And life like beach, its fate to drown,
The reasons being are never heard,
But for the winds shrieked silent word. |
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RiCterMan
ubw luminary
Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 5:42 pm |
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This doesn't seem like you, Tom, though I know it is. It's medaphorical nature reminds me of E.A. Poe, due to it's dark, yet interesting substance. Of course' the format isn't like Poe, but it's definitely unique, and grabbed my attention very nicely. -Gotta' go. Later! |
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