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Trash

Member since 2005 · Posted 22 Jul 2006 · 4 comments

At night lights shiver They softly glimmer Upon a broken glass One might wonder Who could uncover And mistake this for common trash Some see the beauty Behind this cruelty The shards of something nice Historically were one But now found undone And given a new sort of life

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[9] Ranger 23-Jul-06/1:18 PM Reply

This is awesome. I love the loose rhymes; rhythm was a little swift for me but it still worked well enough. Just altogether really, really good to read. Glad you're writing again!

[9] ALChemy › Ranger 24-Jul-06/8:59 PM Reply

This poem fits in perfectly with our conversation about evil.
If one can find treasure in anything then one can find good in anything.

[8] Dovina 24-Jul-06/2:44 PM Reply

I love this kind of thing - colorful glimmers reflected from a pool of urine, for example. And the cadance is nice here, but with some glitches, at lest to my ear.

Night lights shiver
softly glimmer
Upon a broken glass

just a thought.

[9] ALChemy 24-Jul-06/9:00 PM Reply

Nice expression of the one man's trash is another's treasure sentiment.