A
paper cemetery
Misshapen
tombs,
Above
lands grave
Destined
for circular ends
Alar;
hollow
Back-stories
triggered
By
a violent strike of sound
As
contrasting marble
Slow
dances with shale
A
sickened affirmative
Droops
its heedlessness
Grapnel;
sullied
Ornamental
gates
Creaking
a minor smear
Lamp-less
lanterns flood the rive
As
curtails crisscross the skimming sky
haha just makes me want that pringle can when I go that much more..haha.
ReplyDeleteBut yeah paper does seem to be dying out, I guess the trees are being saved, so I have some protection still at bush number three..haha. It will always be around, just will dwindle away as time goes on and each persons shelf will be like their own cemetary of sorts.
Oh That pringle cam, let me tell you-lol Good take on the piece, very close to what I had in mind when I started it out- Thanks for the feedback, excellent as always
ReplyDeleteintriguing write and image with the paper cemetery...could be understood in different ways...smiles on pat's comment...this is the good thing with all the internet writing...on the other hand all the servers which need lots of energy..recently read an article about google's server farms...unbelievable...but that's off-topic...enjoyed your poem fred - and mine was about words by the way...
ReplyDeleteThis a a marvelous creepy feel to it.
ReplyDelete"Alar; hollow."
I also love that as a stand alone line.
dude...well spun with some fantastic imagery...and fun word play...i dont want to let go of paper...i like the tangible feel...
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