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Faded: A Poem

Updated on January 22, 2014
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I see in black and white,

The faces of people muted,

A rush of activity as the rain pours in,

Shrouding emotion with shadows,


There was a time when I saw color,

But reality blurred the different shades,

Mixing them all together,

Until only bitterness remained.

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      Erin Bower 3 years ago from Georgia

      Jodah: This made my day! Thank you so much for your kind words. I would be honored if you followed me.

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Erin, your poetry is a delight. No nonsense but you get your message across clearly and without wasted words, bells and whistles. Your videos are always so relevant to the content. Think I'll follow you.

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      Erin Bower 3 years ago from Georgia

      pochincuk: Thank you for your honest feedback. You are a wonderful writer yourself. Thanks for reading!

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Another thoughtful and thought-provoking poem.

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      pochinuk 3 years ago

      Erin,

      Eight lines, and packed with alot of intelligence.

      "..There was a time when I saw color,.."

      For me:

      These lines are full of the recurrent idea of thought; over time it lacks the strength it once had.

      Thought truly faints...at times bursting like the sunset in the morning, and within a twinkling of an eye it becomes black with the massive flecks of white stardust.

      Your poetry is lovely to think upon; I am sure I will read this one again, as these first thoughts will fade.

      BTW: Your picture choices and accompanying videos are praiseworthy; they offer such a compliment to your verse.

      I will return, and thank you for writing,

      pochinuk