Friday, April 05, 2013

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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5 comments:

  1. Why do I feel like crying when I read this?

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  2. I want to see that sonnet!

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  3. oh, I do agree it stands on it own, but it definitely makes me want to read the disappearing poem.

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  4. I wouldn't mind to be sitting beside that tranquil pool right now!

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  5. Like Lee, I would very much like to be sitting beside that pool...

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