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POETRYCASTLE
Nothing- but
faded memories to mark
the shapes and signs painted
along forgotten walls- scattered
fragments lost in time.
Footprints and bits of
broken bytes sketched within
tapestry’s lines-home to faded
accolades, place of an ebbing
soul- a shrine.
Long, empty stares without
a sight dashes and glimpses
flashed in and out-remnant and
bits of simple pleasures, the
real treasures of
your life.
Forgotten wishes thrown
aside as soul floats back in days
gone by retracing footsteps
recalling tales-those
lingering echoes
lost in time.
Mirages-
offered sacrifice
packets of thoughts
to coincide- scrawled
in planes and
hidden slopes
immortalized
by time.
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[...] Original post by drippingmind [...]
ie gram
(mirage)
looking at picture frame
tricky shadows came
lady holding tapestry
is waiting, maybe for honey
above an eye gazing pretty
beautiful faces cheek to cheek
woman’s lips and nose on left
people marching up a ladder
to a door, could be bunker
two holes above is just grim
could be a sign of nearing end
things could just happened
clear silhuettes on a poem
woman walking on a arrow
towards a cute home below
an igorot hut i do know
why two arrows a long shot
and a woman cut in half
i could be right a guess
and i’m really enjoying this
*** first and second stanza
is a woman, third and fourth
arrows, last one is igorot
hut…hmmmm, anybody home?
sorry, i saw it.
Your imagination amazes me Manong eugene,
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