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These eyes shed light unto the past,
Refracting off these shards of broken glass
And painting backwards rainbows on the mast.
An ancient vessel, bound to transcend Time;
Shipwrecked upon an epoch ruled by solemn rhymes.
The waters of the Ages wash aboard
And flood the decks with all their somber lore;
And 'til the sun doth clear the horizon
This ship shall sink fore'er in Time's ocean,
To which it's lost its foremast and its mizzen.
When light of day doth shine its rays
Unto the mainmast, bar the clouds and rain,
These shards shall mend the broken bow
And color shall return to steady flow;
For 'tis the bridge that, solely, holds,
And drives the helm in spite of all its woe.
- Title: Epoch
- Artist: Noumenae
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Working title.
This is my most recent poem, written in a sort of loose iambic pentameter and it deals with the feeling of being lost in oneself, or rather, having lost oneself. The poem is a sort of extended metaphor likening the speaker to a wrecked ship. I'm fairly proud of this one. - Date: 06/13/2012
- Tags: life time metaphor past reminiscent
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