Seven hundred and three by Keith D Allison Bits and pieces Of time   Three short stories Seven hundred poems   Once they were mine But now they're gone   One man's gold Is another's junk   They met that force in the universe It whisper when you're gone this is what will happen   With the click of a key They found the dark hole 01/30/2008 Posted on 01/31/2008 Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/08 at 06:51 PM Accidental or purposeful deletion? Either way an intriguing poem Keith. Reminds me of how Picasso's mother threw out dozens of his paintings (that we will never get to see and enjoy) when she was house cleaning. Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/01/08 at 06:52 PM Oops! What an idiot I am. That was Van Gogh not Picasso. Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/04/08 at 03:57 AM a fun& intelligent brief on "beauty is in the eye of the beholder". i love this for the simple fact that i think every artist lives a life under the quality microscope of many others. a powerful little poem that packs a punch. well done keith... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)