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Poem Details
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| Title: | Words between the wrinkles |
| Date Submitted: | 1/24/2010 |
| Poem: |
Crinkled, crusted and tanned, years have eroded over his parchment leaving layers of regret. His last words were barely legible; scribbled painfully in penumbra blue, expressing the ephemeral pleasures he once embraced. The quintessence of life, his past was a Renaissance craving creativity to survive. His poetry played rhapsodies and seduced nymphs to dance to his passions. Immersed in words which can only whisper, I feel his ethereal presence like a soft hush. Ruminating beyond any imaginable realm, I humbly yet desperately struggle to comprehend the suicide of a tormented poet, while still enraptured with the gifts he left behind. Faded ink slowly evaporates out of a life which became a paradox of words between the wrinkles.... |