These words fall like dying shells

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Fri, 30 Aug 2013
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These words fall like dying shells

to an ancient ocean floor

 

Glimpsed as they descend

by anyone who cares to look

 

Added to and covered

by the steady tragic rain

 

Sinking in the sediment

crushed into a single cry

 

Abandoned by the sea

blasted from the quarry-face

 

A monument of voices

cacophony of shattered dreams

 

And still the words keep falling

to settle in the mud

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Comments

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Brilliant, I enjoyed this, very beautifully written :-)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Stephen. Really glad you enjoyed it.

Parson Thru

Submitted by scratch on

Light and heavy Kev.  I think that this is really good.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks scratch.  Still buggering around.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I really liked this one too, PT:-)

Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Tina.  Thank you.  Means a lot.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you cherry-picker.  Lovely.

Parson Thru