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Array ( [sid] => 126144 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Faint Accession [time] => 2006-09-24 11:19:46 [hometext] => This poem is based off of the final couple of minutes of Sergei Prokofiev's Violin Sonata Op. 80 You must listen to this in order to understand the emotion of this piece. [bodytext] => I walk like the paper bags that float,
onward between the rooftop-valleys
of our youth; towards the withered,
silent future of our elders.

Winds, that change only in meaning,
brush past my sculpture, leaving behind
a sharp after-taste that only my skin
can ponder. A silent, childhood-ballad,
rings softly in my ears before it fades
away like a whisper among the grass.

A tear drops from an eye;
the ground becomes nourished
by my blessing while the houses
remain hollow and old in my
sight.

Beats from another time end
the next milestone, with a short,
but emotional cry for want. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 48 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

The Faint Accession

Contributed by skyhawk432 on Sunday, 24th September 2006 @ 11:19:46 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I walk like the paper bags that float,
onward between the rooftop-valleys
of our youth; towards the withered,
silent future of our elders.

Winds, that change only in meaning,
brush past my sculpture, leaving behind
a sharp after-taste that only my skin
can ponder. A silent, childhood-ballad,
rings softly in my ears before it fades
away like a whisper among the grass.

A tear drops from an eye;
the ground becomes nourished
by my blessing while the houses
remain hollow and old in my
sight.

Beats from another time end
the next milestone, with a short,
but emotional cry for want.

Copyright © skyhawk432 ... [ 2006-09-24 11:19:46]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Faint Accession (User Rating: 1 )
by LevyMetal on Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 11:25:57 PM AEST
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I really love your work. I can tell you've been writing for years.

"Winds, that change only in meaning,
brush past my sculpture, leaving behind
a sharp after-taste that only my skin
can ponder"

Absolutely amazing! I cant wait to read more of your future poems!

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