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
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20 comments:
Oh Scott, I saved the best for last.
Really nice.
Wow, this is real poetry. Mournful, yet strangely attractive.
Lovely poem. Very moody and melancholy. I enjoyed it!
Wonderful poem. Have a great week.
Lovely. Great poem :O)
I agree with the others--wonderful poem. The rhyming is unobtrusive and the rhythm flows as naturally as breathing. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks.
terrific!
"...hear the wind howl and moan"
perfect line for this little gem!
PS...after reading your by-line you might be interested in my last Flash Friday 55...
Love the rhythm. Beautiful! :O)
I really enjoyed this-you definitely captured a mood with this piece!
I like this! Awesome way to capture all the "untold" stories of a graveyard.....
lovely poem.
welcome in..
A+
You made the cemetery come alive...
My potluck: so maybe
Loves lost--so true. And some are not visited ever again.
wow! this is nice! the dead are dancing.. mine's here! http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/
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.
I really like this one! :)
VERY nice!
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