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|