Poetry / Gone
Gone
The walls were melting into a green and blue liquid, obviously from the melting paint. The colors began to combine into a tie-die, until they completely came together and formed an ugly brown color.
Paper was crumbling from the walls and forming a thick pile of ash upon the floor.
Pictures were falling from the now brown walls in a slow motion, before hitting the hard wood floor and shattering the glass.
The commotion was all too sudden; there wasn’t even any sound to fill the atmosphere.
A chunk of plastic by the door began to melt, and admit smoke; however, there was no smell.
The window that hung low over the sink shattered, and laid its glass within the sink that was now spurting water everywhere.
The loveseat’s cushions began to disintegrate, leaving the springs below.
The light bulbs became so hot; they popped and sprinkled sparks everywhere.
Flames eventually devoured the entire house, leaving nothing but a rotten memory.
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Its so descriptive, I really get a image of the inside of the house burning… As soon as you start reading it your thinking, “Who lives here? How did this start?” But you quickly forget those questions and start picturing the home burning, and by the end its all still unanswered, but you strangely don’t care anymore. You read it and get a sense of the present, without the past and future clouding it, which makes you appreciate the detail more.
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that was great. as an explanative poem, that did explain a lot about the situation. It leaves though, a sense of “what happens next” or “what did happen” I guess people get so caught up in the why of things, we forget to look at what IS happening. This poem showed me that we need to care more about what’s happening, but the question still is, why is it happening? at least, that’s my question. sparked an interest? you bet. I would not lie, i do not read poems past a first few lines if i am not drawn in… but yours, i applaud at getting my attention. maybe the meaning is that nothing in this life lasts? at least, as a christian, i could tell you, this is scriptural. (paraphrased) – do not store your treasures on this earth where moth, and rust, and flames can destroy, but store your treasures in heaven, and there also will be your heart.
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