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...

Monday, November 16, 2015

Etchings on tombs

For all that remains,
Fancy forgotten tombstones.
The dead frequented,
Often by birds and ravens.

Etchings of being fading.


JHC5
PHOTO PROMPT – © J Hardy Carroll
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5 comments:

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