Monday, December 06, 2010

Micro Fiction monday

They say that a picture can paint a thousand words, but can it do so in merely 140 characters? If you think so, write your piece and visit Susan at Stony River to share what you've written!


withered, worn, broken stone
time offers little solace
for loves lost,
spirits flown countless days left alone
hear the wind
howl and moan
(138)

20 comments:

Peggy said...

Oh Scott, I saved the best for last.
Really nice.

SouthLakesMom said...

Wow, this is real poetry. Mournful, yet strangely attractive.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Lovely poem. Very moody and melancholy. I enjoyed it!

KB said...

Wonderful poem. Have a great week.

Madeleine said...

Lovely. Great poem :O)

sylviamorice said...

I agree with the others--wonderful poem. The rhyming is unobtrusive and the rhythm flows as naturally as breathing. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks.

Dulce said...

terrific!

5thsister said...

"...hear the wind howl and moan"

perfect line for this little gem!

5thsister said...

PS...after reading your by-line you might be interested in my last Flash Friday 55...

Diane said...

Love the rhythm. Beautiful! :O)

Susan Fobes said...

I really enjoyed this-you definitely captured a mood with this piece!

drybottomgirl said...

I like this! Awesome way to capture all the "untold" stories of a graveyard.....

Jingle Poetry said...

lovely poem.

Jingle Poetry said...

welcome in..

A+

TALON said...

You made the cemetery come alive...

My potluck: so maybe

Syd said...

Loves lost--so true. And some are not visited ever again.

fiveloaf said...

wow! this is nice! the dead are dancing.. mine's here! http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/

Jingle said...

Happy Weekend..

Award/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Thursday!

hope to see you in on week 14, link in Sunday night at 8pm, American Central.

faith said...

I really like this one! :)

Marina said...

VERY nice!