Monday, June 25, 2012

Adornments Of Time



the road has grown dim
my pace now so tentative
dark shapes follow me
gray now is the earth
i encrusted with black scum
bones worn and brittle
weary now it comes
softly all the adornments
of this world beyond


Carry On Tuesday





6 comments:

joanne said...

the mist and words are ominous....great job w/ poem and photo post....

Lilu said...

I wonder if it is true that when you are closer to the end of your road, you encounter all your memories and experiences at once. I liked this, dark and haunting. Ominous indeed.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you both for reading my poem. I'm a bit rusty. I an so glad you liked it.


Melanie

beccagivens said...

Ahh, our path hasn't crossed in awhile ... good to visit. Haunting journey of time woven in your piece.

Magical Moments

beccagivens said...

Ahh, our path hasn't crossed in awhile ... good to visit. Haunting journey of time woven in your piece.

Magical Moments

Cassiopeia Rises said...

becca, I have been ill. First I broke my wrist and shoulder.Then I had to go to hospital. I was there for two months. I am glad to be home and much thanks for reading my poem



Melanie