A NOBODY’S WORDS:
The end is not always
though I learnt antonyms.
Feeding on darkness damp,
loamy rust of tectonic flaws,
I lie, beneath marbled gleam of epithaph-ed
Time is just another adjective.
Memories fade, trying to
clasp twilight in
skeletal interludes. She
scatters petals with busy affection,
(relinquishing is tough) on this irrevered
nakedness of atropied bones,
this Castaway minus a Soul.
Her dreams are taboo.
what if God, like us, were plain ether?
Prompt: Magpie Tales Mag 90 http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/11/mag-90.html
Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for the Perfect Poem Award
I nominate Poetry and Icecream for “Jacaranda” for the next award.