MWG Writes on Q
March 2015
Poetry
By: Rashmi Pluscec
The Torn Page
a moment once fell from the face
of a clock, twisting forever the fabric
of time.
from the setting sun melted
a drop of gold. day dawned again, but
the glory was tainted forever.
across the desert plains drifted a
lone melody - maiming as it left, a
grand opus just born.
a whisper rode in on a teardrop one day
let me tell you
a story, it said. once upon a time there
was a world. built on precious memories
of love and war. but
waiting silently in the
wings, was the ghost of a creation. A world
that never
was. A world that could have
been. A world that
fell from a
dreaded void at the heart of
an open book, and
left in its place a silence that
was greater than the mightiest
roar.
place, the words have come
together and created a grand
saga.
for now I have this story. the story
of an
imperfect life. a perfect
Author of poetry book Chaos; poet on
anthologies Threads, Passages, Ballads and
Word Fest.
perhaps in another time, another
place, the words have come
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