Apr 2019
of soil and water
of dirt and cries of sky
musty aroma
packing the nostrils
translucent blobs
stutter on glass
disintegrate against ground
wave of pewter puffs
and that echo again
like a million falling *****
in an vacant room
of dirt and cries of sky
musty aroma
packing the nostrils
translucent blobs
stutter on glass
disintegrate against ground
wave of pewter puffs
and that echo again
like a million falling *****
in an vacant room
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Please note that this poem is for day fifteen - day fourteen's poem will follow in the near future. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Please note that this poem is for day fifteen - day fourteen's poem will follow in the near future. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
