Dark are the stones of this fort,
Dark they become in time’s cruel games,
Some stone couldn’t stand the test of time,
And on the ground they have fallen, long time back.
Once the fort guarded lives of dreams,
Now it stands as a monument of those dreams,
Dreams that outgrown time, Yet still lingered,
All around the fort, invisible, yet heartfelt.
What magnificence once filled this fort,
Greatness never feared to distinguish,
But those who never felt the greatness,
All from the forces from outside extinguished.
Though the fort stands empty from inside,
The lingering air, the very air one breathe,
Fills in those great feelings so wonderful,
But succumb to the understanding,
All that felt, just a waste of time.
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I like this a lot my friend; I love the way you use metaphor in this richly woven tale; one could easily interpret as the human mind and its experiences through love, loss, and redemption. Great piece, really great!
hugs,
sage
This is definitely my favorite one I have seen yo write. I am amazed once again.
Hey you wrote that?? I’m jealous.
dreams that outgrow time…usually they outgrow themselves. I forget them by the time I’m awake!
This is really beautiful…
Thanks so much for your comment. My boyfriend is Hispanic and I’m Asian, so I know how interesting those differences can be. 🙂
beautiful 🙂
Yea I guess I’ll just have to cope with my emotions huh.. yeah
The picture of the fort in its heyday blankets my mind because of your words I can actually see the changing of periods, don’t know if the using of a fort stands for anything but its evidently clear. Have a safe night and thank you for the great read.
I can never seem to hold a metaphor over an entire poem.
Very impressive.
RYC–
Thank you. :]
… “just a waste of time” – wow! I totally did not see that coming. Very interesting. Well, I haven’t written anything impressive lately (tho I wrote 2 more). So I did not post it on my website. I guess when I come with something that’s bearable to read, I’ll post it.
Thanks for checking up on me tho! 🙂
sometimes i think you’re right about the poet being a good prose writer. well, one most have an inner poet at least, not necessarily an outer one. i haven’t written a poem since 4th grade!
Is the fort is really a fort or you have used it as a metaphor. It seems to me a body who has stopped dreaming.
Dear Lonely,
Ah, a fellow poet. Thank you for visiting my blog, and for leaving a comment on the “Xangapedia” entry.
Very nice poem.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
I like the atmosphere of this poem so much. well written!
you were right, there is more to that one, it’s incomplete and I’m afraid I might not be able to unearth what remains of it.
I think you’re absolutely right. I’ll give it time.
Thank you for your last comment too, I always appreciate your thoughts!
I liked this as well very much and I will most definately be subscribing to you …
I really like this it’s really interesting