by Stephanie Kent

Hope, invisible, just kills life's memories...
Night only pauses, quietly releasing starry tears.
Underneath, versed words x-communicate yesterday's zealots;
And bereaved cacophony dies, enfolding forgotten graves.


Posted on 10/26/2003
Copyright © 2022 Stephanie Kent

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 10/27/03 at 01:57 AM

dang girl. you have mastered the art of making an abecedarian not sound like an abecedarian. amazing.

Posted by David R Spellman on 10/27/03 at 10:48 PM

Good job with this one Stephanie.

Posted by Vimal Rony on 10/28/03 at 04:39 AM

It seems u are on an abecedarian spree :)It is a tough thing to do but u are on a roll with another excellent one churned out.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/29/03 at 07:16 AM

this is an intriguing and engrossing abecedarian... so true, so true... excellent tone and form... blessings...

Posted by Mara Meade on 10/29/03 at 01:48 PM


Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/25/04 at 04:44 AM

Whoa, you haven't had the abecedarian blues lately, have you? The lingo's absolutely astounding. Keep up the good work.

Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 08/27/09 at 10:38 AM

Outstanding Ms.Kent.

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