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An age

Posted by Beeme on March 3, 2011 - 22:28

I have seen
the dust of the earth
blaze
but fade as cloud-mirrors
raised like coastal statues of
undeniable prestige
signs of our demise
the dim-drowned shine
on a skull
hollow and
blackened with age
the swelling butterfly bruises
fading to grey
searching
white static air
there are no more words.

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | March 4, 2011 - 09:17

brilliant use of words here Beeme, I like it alot.

Jenny.

Beeme | March 4, 2011 - 10:06

thank you very much Jenny :) Glad you enjoyed this :)

Beeme xx

ScoZen | March 4, 2011 - 11:40

Lovely Beeme, really nice.

Beeme | March 4, 2011 - 16:45

Thank you ScoZen :)

Beeme xx