Of Unfinished Things

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Seanathon
Seanathon
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We lead a life
of unfinished things
plates pushed away
ambitions forgotten
words never read
never written or said
magi penciled on a panel
requiems crossed out on the page
stillborn Silmarillions and half-made cathedrals
loves unspoken; hearts we've broken.
Haunted by their presence
bent by their weight
I touch my fingers
to the screen
and remind
myself
life
is
an unfinished thing.

Seanathon
Seanathon
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SeanathonSeanathonalmost 9 years agoAuthor
Thanks!

Thanks for the comment, legerdemer.

Just like magi and requiems, cathedrals was a specific reference and, in this case, referred to Cologne Cathedral. The cathedral is the largest Gothic church in Northern Europe, has the second-tallest spires, and took more than six hundred years to complete (after sitting unfinished for nearly four centuries).

Thanks again for the read ~ Seanathon

legerdemerlegerdemeralmost 9 years ago
Indeed

This was a nice read, a universal sigh...

A couple of thoughts...

- 'all' in the first line is unnecessary, and it's absence would make the line shorter and contribute to the visual pattern

- 'to the sky' in the longest line is also unnecessary - I wonder if you simply added for effect, of turning a Romanesque church into a Gothic one; cathedrals would still stick out without its help, and the line I think might read more smoothly and be better integrated with the rest

It spoke to me intimately.

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