Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Sunday, October 13, 2013

A passing thought

Someday I’ll fade.
Dust in dust.
Air in air.
Elements in elements.
And
Name in names.
Till then I’m busy scribbling,
On these walls.
To be read later.
Both,
With love and contempt.

13 comments:

  1. Oh, the dichotomy of love and contempt. I love how relatable this is.

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  2. I love where you took this prompt.

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  3. The double-sided coin, ever present.

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  4. Very well-written, intelligent take on the prompt, Ruby.

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  5. I really like the way that played out!

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  6. I like the opposing nature of love and contempt in that last line. Beautiful writing!

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  7. Thank you so much Jo-Anne. It is really good to hear such encouraging words on this piece

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.