Kosovo I Imagine

[Shadow]

Kosovo I Imagine
Mark Prince

Razed and ruined is the hall
Burned and blackened long ago
Voices filled the gilded walls
Now, in silence, overturned
Things like these can be replaced
I'm assured in time they will
Lovely music gone to waste
I'll forget it all with time
I remember as I walk
How it was when I was young
Yearning just to sit and talk
No one listens though, right now
Years of want to hear a song
Grown impatient, I just walk
Someday they may sing along
But for now I sing alone.

[Gwyneth]

This is so beautifully sad. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.

[Shadow]

Thank you kindly.  I haven't commented over here at all because most of it is over my head.  I do enjoy reading your posts.  I should just comment that. -Mark

[Gwyneth]

Well thank you. I know a lot of people find it difficult ot comment.

There's one moderator who has it waxed. He just says one word "Nice". LOL

[Shadow]

I can do that. BTW, I hid a rhyme in the second and fourth line of evey verse to signify hopefullness that what appears to be broken holds promise of repair.

[Gwyneth]

LOL - easy peasy!!

 

Oh yes, I see now, brilliant!! Well done, enjoyed it all over again.

[Kenj]

I'm interested in the prospect of replacing the cars, and the assurance of the replacing.  When towns lie in ruins, I don't expect the auto industry to rebound with alacrity.  A contradiction, which is interesting but may need developing.  

 

Love the mood.

[Shadow]

Yes Kenj, while setting the mood, I see I did describe images that don't connect with the rest of the verses.  I think I'll go back and describe just the ruin of one building, such as an opera house.  That would fit better.  Thanks for the input. -Mark

[Shadow]

Kosovo I Imagine

Mark Prince

Razed and ruined are the towns

Burned and blackened long ago

Highways end in broken ground

Rusted cars lay overturned

Things like these can be replaced

I'm assured in time they will

Lovely music gone to waste

I'll forget it all with time

I remember as I walk

How it was when I was young

Yearning just to sit and talk

No one listens though, right now

Years of want to hear a song

Grown impatient, I just walk

Someday they may sing along

But for now I sing alone.

This is the original before edits.