With pixilated chunks of yesterday
The old world begins to fall away
Some hold on as if to stay
the new world from the come-what-may
Syncopated rhythms pound
against the once forgotten ground
Memories mix in a river's sound
as the faithful gather round
Once vivid recollections fade
into storied tales of gathered haze
and the dawn of yet another day
chases it but one more day away
6 comments:
like the idea of old world and new world
nice straight rhythm...
Four rhyming words per verse! Now that's clever. I like it.
Wonderful!
This poem flowed so smoothly...I especially loved the second stanza. There was a beautiful rhythm throughout...lovely read!
This felt so good to read aloud - rolled out in a grand way!
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