Guest Nubianpoet Posted January 25, 2010 Report Share Posted January 25, 2010 Eve Hall's poems (Still, Majestic, Resolutions) have a way of getting to the elemental heart of a thing. This poem continues that theme, albeit in a sadder context than her other work. The nature of the discord is instantly clear to the reader, and the sense of sad narration is palpable. It's Over By Eve Hall There is no love left in this house. Our house is not a home. It is full of shattered dreams, Bad memories Wasted hopes Too many lies Lonely days Tearful nights Hopeless tomorrows And bitter yesterdays No flames of life Only the flicker of Goodbye. © Eve Hall 2009 www.voxpoetica.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Nubianpoet Posted January 26, 2010 Report Share Posted January 26, 2010 http://poemblog.voxpoetica.com/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Troy Posted January 26, 2010 Report Share Posted January 26, 2010 Sad, and too common a sentiment... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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