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Living proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
But
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tires.
And here you will find where the beginning ties.
But as for me,
I remain fossilized.
and no horseshoe-crab am I.
Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.
I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.
Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.
I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.
But
no God am I
Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tires.
And here you will find where the beginning ties.
But as for me,
I remain fossilized.
Literature
Last Message
Foreboding package
your final story to the world
I cannot open it
Literature
Golden
Catch you when you fall
Pick you up and stand you tall
Stroke your face down to your chin
Turn that frown into a grin
Wipe away those cruel tears
Fight back against your fears
Hold you to me and claim that right
Turn you away from the dark and into the light
An embrace to sniffle into, a shoulder to cry on
Here's the pair of shoes you never got to try on
Step into them and stay out of the seamy side of life
Away from the trouble, free of the strife
Just turn to me and cry
Turn away from depression and defy
When it all seems too much and you seem too little
When all your dreams become too brittle
I'm here, whether you want me or not
Never go
Literature
Nightmares.
I tend to sleep
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
from escaping
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
company
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Some of the rhymes I didn't intend to do, and I feel I could have done better with this topic at hand but hey, there are billions of words with trillions of combinations out there 
© 2013 - 2024 Ellen-Souler
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI like the imagery, but the cadence is difficult to track. It seems to be sporadic in its pacing.
Also there are several technical mistakes throughout the work. On line 2 there's no hyphen in horseshoe crab--same on line 12, there's no hyphen in still life; on line 13, it should be wristwatch; and on line 20, it should be an and the hyphen in bicycle achieves nothing because the word already breaks syllabically at that point normally. The use of the hyphens and spacings at these points is not necessary as they achieve the same effect as would normally be found in the words' pronunciations.
There's a definite message to it but the difficulties that it has to work through in order to be understood lessens the impact that it would otherwise make upon the reader.
Overall, I am pleased with the piece, but I would also suggest that the author make friends with a dictionary and read future works aloud to find any issues with pacing and cadence.