Three
days from here
A
ghost orchard lives
A
border of wrought iron,
As
would be seen, ironically,
In
a cemetery, conceals
The
specters within,
From
the ghouls outside
Beyond
the fence
With
eternity on their side,
Time
is a non-concept, it
Just
is
Without
a purpose to pander toward,
Meandering
is the common activity
Of
an entire species unseen
Where
lifeless living does abound
The reddest of apples tend to
Surround
Love the way this flows! Really nice write.
ReplyDeleteWithout a purpose could be kind of freeing, but could also be very borrowing and mundane, especailly if it lasts forever. Like how you set the scene, as a world that could be all around us but we just don't see.
ReplyDeletenice.. i like..
ReplyDeleteWith eternity on their side,
Time is a non-concept, it
Just is... and then the red apple ending...this is awesome