To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Edifice Wrecks Intuition knows but cannot explain What the intellect lays out stumbling Over plans acted on before the strain Of the social avant-garde rumbling In the belly of the beastly minded Architecturally plausible sighs Surreal preferences excavate blinded By lenses grounded in fairytale lies Oh, edifice constructed of the dust Of wishes pouring through grasping fingers The tighter the clinch the bigger the bust Booms! Off our hands the vibration lingers No digits left to utilize our tools Inheritance smoke blown away by fools |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-07-07 09:59:12
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, the remedial, which is how the loss of a substantial or inconsequential vehicle, whether by metaphor for the established icon or by physical destruction of a facility, is seldom remedial. The new does never justifies the loss, but it may; in some situations bring closure to a time, or a systemic replacement (often viewed as hope; metaphorically).
It may be my view of the portion of time called my life; but when viewing the loss, in metaphor or in construction, a portion of me leaves with the time that is no longer indexed.