CDXCII - Decay

This started out as an attempt at Wordle 102 but 

it ran out of steam long before it ran out of words.

This was a prologue to a sonnet, unwritten.

But it sort of stands on its own.

Decay.

Prologue

In a distant jungle clearing,

Beneath a crescent moon,

There is a pool amongst the stones

With petals, lightly strewn.

And there—

Engraved with love and care,

In tones of reverent admiration,

Is a poem—

Disappearing,
With each seasonal rotation.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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