How could love,
in its lofty penthouse,
descend past the middle floors
of dislike
and into the basement of hate;
as a stone heart,
toppled from its
unprotected balcony;
Lying there shattered!
How could love,
in its lofty penthouse,
descend past the middle floors
of dislike
and into the basement of hate;
as a stone heart,
toppled from its
unprotected balcony;
Lying there shattered!
Comments
MistakenMagic | April 2, 2009 - 16:32
Oooo I like this one Chris! Brilliant imagery and well said ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | April 2, 2009 - 17:31
I agree wholeheartedly with Magic, Chris. 'Basement of hate'... I like that.
Tina xx
Dynamaso | April 3, 2009 - 00:06
I agree with the two lovely ladies above, Chris. This one is particularly satisfying.
Nathan Bednarek | April 3, 2009 - 12:23
Just wow ;-)
This is a lovely little poem, well done.
Nathan.
threeleafshamrock | April 12, 2009 - 13:01
Thanks all. This I.P. brought out some of the best work that I have seen on here - in my opinion.
scoot | May 30, 2009 - 11:46
i love this.
k