Totally Optional Prompt for today: Romance. In lieu of romance, for which I have little talent, I offer this 'almost' American Sentence...which may explain why.
By the time I learned the difference between martial and marital, there was none.
And an uncategorized poem:
From the Dark
when good things go
on arms of cold wind
sandbars hold old slivers
driftwood on the ebb
smoke falls downhill
greets the fog's new rising
nuzzles gray clustered rubble
astride the urn of terror
dawn drives the dark away
three-quarters of a walk
from the land of Incas
where good things went
By the time I learned the difference between martial and marital, there was none.
And an uncategorized poem:
From the Dark
when good things go
on arms of cold wind
sandbars hold old slivers
driftwood on the ebb
smoke falls downhill
greets the fog's new rising
nuzzles gray clustered rubble
astride the urn of terror
dawn drives the dark away
three-quarters of a walk
from the land of Incas
where good things went
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12 comments:
Romance for the land? I do like this Tumble.
beautiful poem to read over and over I think, I like your almost American sentence too
every relationship i have ever had has gone south... wonder what the incas are doing with them?????
i like this, i agree with crafty green poet, i could read this one again and again.
What a way you have with words, beautiful!
this is exceptional, so, so beautiful, communicates so much.
"when good things go
on arms of cold wind"
Love this image. What a great way to begin your poem. Sucked me right in!
Ah, but you can only understand how great something is when it's gone.
Your American sentence is amazing...and so is your poem.
Both are so good. Thanks!
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Great sentence and intriguing poem.
Beautiful use of words.
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