-Time-

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the third poem in a collection wrote for school. It's considered a "box poem" because of the specific guidelines, but overall it's supposed to create imagery and avoid prose. There was also a list of words that we had to incorporate into the poem.

Submitted: June 12, 2008

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I don't know anyone more longely,

Than a dust baseball and glove left in the attic, all hopes of salvation lost.

Than an old abandoned man, left alone with his tollbooth job,
Forgotten by the fast-pace world.

Than a splash of water falling against the suppressed sand,
As the winter plagues on beneath the dreary sky.

Than a crosstown street left alone in a desolate ghost town,
As the cars speed by on the highway.

Than a forgotten grandmother in a rosemary blouse, solemnly reminiscing.

I don't know anyone more lonely,
Than the one lonesome soul that realizes that time does not stop.


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