Disappearance

September 20, 2009
By knelly793 SILVER, Forest Hill, Maryland
knelly793 SILVER, Forest Hill, Maryland
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As I breathe hot air on the window
A blank drawing board appears before me.
I must act quickly,
For this vacant canvas of fog will not last long.
I cannot decide what to etch,
And time is running out.
I finally decide on a simple hello
Right as the vapor disappears from view.
And I'm left to stare out the window
Wondering what could have been.


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on Oct. 1 2009 at 10:22 pm
knelly793 SILVER, Forest Hill, Maryland
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Oh thanks so much! Wow you have no idea how good reading your comment made me feel :)

colcojo said...
on Oct. 1 2009 at 8:09 pm
Wow! That was an intensely clever poem. The descriptiveness really captured me, and enticed me to read on. I particuarly like how you metaphorically compared the opportunity that you get when you fog up a glass surface to a "blank drawing board", because, in a sense, that is exactly what it is. I also enjoyed the fact that you ended the poem with the vapor disappearing and the prase, "Wondering what could have been.", because I found myself doing exactly that- wondering what really could have been created and imagined on the so called drawing board. I would definately give this poem five stars. You earned it.


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