An assigned revision of "Memories Left" the purpose was to add more detail to the original poem, only this time with intension to target the reader's senses.


The Memories I left


Breath slows as the orchestra unfolds,
Melting with the sound, deeper through the Wall
sliding back, between, behind Chaos and-
Tranquility

Inflated stream glass bursts from the past,
Shattering into rapids, slamming into obstacles
pulling the future, like muscle moving bone
The familiar shackles

Present inhale, exhale, the orchestra erodes
This summer scene drains to my right,
beneath this wall lies the Path of Nature,
winding with the memories I left




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2007-05-24 at 06:07

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weirdzarun
Is the orchestra a train bellowing past you? That is the feeling I get when I vision myself in this piece. Good work.
2007-05-24