empty picture frames
by Stephanie Kent
Art breathes contemptuously,
distraction ever fullfilling
grateful hearts' insatiable justice,
knowing love murmurs never
onto permissable questions.
Reasons signal torn understanding,
x-pecting yesterday's zeniths.
Author's Note: My first abecedarian...
Posted on 10/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 10/13/03 at 07:21 PM
Congrats on ur first abecedarian.You have to write it with such constraints yet ur imagery is not restraint.And that is the beauty of taking up such a challenge and having a talent to back it up.
|Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 10/14/03 at 01:53 AM
i love this! your poetry never ceases to amaze me stephanie and this is no different. fantastic!