God Save the Queen





As the desperate dashes of dismay

fumble between now and never;

the missing echo of children at play

predict the dwindling bonds that will sever.


Four years is a tiny taste of time,

peppered with doom and despair.


Even though these words still rhyme,

in the end no one will care.


Bundles of tiny tubes set apart,

Portrayed within a mosaic of strife;


we have failed without our heart.

A bee’s eye distinguishes pieces of life.


About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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