Friday, 29 October 2010




a stone marker, usually inscribed, on a tomb or grave.

Letting your life disappear
In the too many cracks
From our known universe

A dead leaf it was
Twirling in the gale, gay
But dead all the same

Then the storm came about
And lifted your tombstone
A broken toy to the winds

In the broken plaque
I recognized that spirit in you
Still twirling, still agonizing,

The background picture is copyright of Willow of Willow Manor, who has put it forth as a writing prompt.
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FairiesNest said...

Lovely and sad, I like it!

willow said...

Dark and delicious, like chocolate.

Doctor FTSE said...

Yes, sad and lovely.

Myrna R. said...

Nice magpie. I enjoyed your poem, though sad.

senderupwords said...

Tragically lovely and very sad. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender

kathi harris said...

Very sad.

Brian Miller said...

a solem sadness rings in your words..

kathew said...

thoughtful and sad

Tumblewords: said...

Wonderful swirls of sadness wind through this lovely piece!

Helen said...

... 'still twirling, still agonizing'.... powerful image.

~T~ said...

I like the feel of "too many cracks from our known universe." Very expressive!