the Temperature of vapour

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Boiling waters, roiling spasms
what once was, cannot be again.
Perfect moments in time
taken together, sometimes
time stops to keep it perfect

shattered dreams
shards of glass ,
Moments shredded and joined
again.

waters roil
cover what goes underneath.
Surfaces are only skin deep
Scratch a little
look
the gleam is
there for those
Who See and can see

So Many cannot
they are only looking
transient images, vacuous faces
nameless shifts and madding mobs
merely meeting in meandering
manners manifold maunderings
My maudlin drinks
Am I the pianoman
or Only the Trumpeteer

Who called who spoke who took
I haven't Yet
....But I will

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Maria2394Maria2394almost 20 years ago
ooohhh

I think this is my favorite of yours since I have been here at Lit..love this line especially:

sometimes

time stops to keep it perfect

yeah, thats a comforting thought, and also very enlightening, if true..explains why my time just keeps rolling along...downhill ;) :rose:

thanks razz, and belated happy birthday

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
I like the poem and great title

As for the alliteration, how about an extra line break to give the reader a pause:

So Many cannot

they are only looking

transient images, vacuous faces

nameless shifts and madding mobs

merely meeting in meandering

manners manifold maunderings

My maudlin drinks

Am I the pianoman

or Only the Trumpeteer

tungtied2utungtied2ualmost 20 years ago
Enjoyed overall

but felt the expansive alliteration at the end was too much and detracted from the whole.

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