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Painting Moment
by Myth (Member) - published: November 16, 2006
Word Count: 42 Word Bytes: 319 Viewed: 485 times
Category - Poetry
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Our hearts are empty for the beloved,
And streetlamps are endless in the night;
Any day -
Any moment -
Now.

Insert nature image here -
Something of pain,
Something of light,
And leave it -
Hanging,
There:
Not quite finished.



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The following comments are for "Painting Moment"
by Myth

Painting Moment
Very well done. I like the last line alot. thanks for this

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: November 17, 2006 )

Tres Meta
Love it when someone can pull off metawriting (not many). Not just that, but there's also a tasty mournful tone to give it colour.

Great work, man!

( Posted by: viper9 [Moderator] On: November 17, 2006 )

Different
Very different. I like the way this has developed yet I don't know why. I guess many things in life are that way.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: November 21, 2006 )

Myth's Painting Moment
A sad painting, a mosaic of emptiness in the heart and a collage of streetlamps with the picture of nature as background? Not quite finished is what's disturbing in this poem. I loved reading this.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: December 1, 2006 )





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