a plague of pianos

by Timothy Burns

what has happened to my world?
Did preocuppation tear down the citadels?
The towers of song sway from their foundations
and tempt the ground with it's groans of entropy.

The landscape that was once
a cool forrest during fall
is nothing more than a hot
plateau birthing up blistering
prairie winds.


Author's Note: A poem of sorts about writers block.

Posted on 10/04/2009
Copyright © 2021 Timothy Burns

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Johanna May on 01/07/13 at 03:33 AM

I love the title. A plaintive tone between words. xx

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/20/13 at 05:06 PM

Some pretty cool imagery here.

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