The frozen landscape molds around a haunting shadowed figure
It shapes with his emotion, not alive but a mere whisper
Echoing in the silence of the night, as snow gently falls
Reverberating off leafless trees gasping to a halt
The world becomes isolated beneath winter's frigid gaze
Colder than death, slower than time, all will decay
A barren field of icy trees surrounds his entire being
As an explosion of light bursts life into a world freezing
Everything begins to melt beneath the might of the sun
He stands as a beacon, reviving a world of none
Flowers ravish a forgotten landscape with newfound beauty
Animals breathe once more with an instinctual duty
As the years pass, he still stands within a sheltered glade
A forest of fulfillment envelops him, and the world he made
Forever a statue, watching his creation through the ages
And at his feet lies an open book with infinite pages
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Author:
P.X. Vexxus (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Imagination [December 12, 2016]
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Comments5
Reads really well - enjoyed it.
An interesting take on imagination, this one. Love the last line! A picture well painted, P.X.
Very good write.
Well written and expressed
Thank you everyone for the comments! I hope you like my future writes! 😀
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