Shaded laughter in Silent Dreams,
When nothing Appears as it Truly Seems.
Winter Falls When Autumn Springs,
And Summer Remembers Distant things
Once called upon in more Splendid Times,
When discord Sang Harmony, and dissonance Rhymed.
Lost in the Spectrum of Twirling Emotion,
Persistent as Unobtrusive Devotion;
Yet dark as Night when the Day turns down,
In the Looking Glass, an Unrecognizable Clown.
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I Originally posted this poem in August 2013 with The Image below. I recently found the image above and feel it illustrates the poem much more accurately, which is part of the fun/reward of revisiting old pieces. But what do you think?
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Clock Image found at: http://www.flickr.com
Beautiful Original Artwork of woman by: Moonchild-Ljilja at Deviantart.com
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I almost chose that photo for a Friday Fantasy, however, your poem depicts it perfectly….beautiful on both counts.
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Its a Great Photo, and I think it does the poem a lot more justice đŸ™‚ Thanks so Much !
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feels like some of my realizations
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I think we all face that monster at some point in our lives. Many Thanks đŸ™‚
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Is the image creative commons? Great looking for a cover for book. ” Raptures” thanks bird
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No, the original artist is listed below the poem. It really is a great image though.. Thanks So! đŸ™‚
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Lovely! I love it! đŸ˜€
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So glad you like it đŸ™‚ I think the new image makes a world of difference.
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I definitely prefer the new photo. It depicts the poem much more than the old. Beautiful poem.
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I do as well đŸ™‚ I’ve learned a few things about blogging along the way I think đŸ˜‰ Blessings, my dear Friend ~
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