Traces Of Time Poem by Romeo Della Valle
Traces Of Time
Anchored to nowhere,
Blank pages upon my mind,
A word or two of stillness,
Scribbled blindly in the fog...
Companion of phrase,
Tiptoes furtively out the back door
Becoming fearful of stumbling
While rhyme and reason
Slip senselessly through the floor...
Unlimited dullness,
Swaggering with a meaningful gait,
Enters the flattened obscurity,
Deepening within intervals of silence...
Disconnected illusions,
Thin and shriveled at the edges,
Trailing a flutter of withered leaves,
Coloring the traces of Time...
Wow, this's amazing, , the obsession of a poetic mind in the trap of time... Excellent poem...great write
I really enjoyed reading this intriguing and mysterious write...nice. -SG
Making them real. A sincerity at a attempt heal. A wounding night. Will bring upon the daylight Eyes once closed become open. A realisation of those who have been chosen. A relief in the knowledge bared. It is finally over. A disillusion has been beaten with one final stare. Thanks for sharing such an inspiring poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:37:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi. Beautiful description of writer's block! And looking back at the time I've spent pondering, I'm sad to say it was all a wasted battle with words. Some things are not meant to be put on paper...