Inspired by the week two prompt from Tara Connor's "The Public Domain Poetry Project"
Enlightened by starlight sandals slap desert sand. Dim bones lie beneath ravaged wood, stone and dawn arrives to see an empty pot on an extinguished pyre cold what ifs ashes lying left to be told to another more perfect world.
There is so much to fix, Daniel. Your poem is packed with imagery and the perfect word choices.
Ooh. This packs a powerful punch.
Enlightened by starlight sandals slap desert sand. Dim bones lie beneath ravaged wood, stone and dawn arrives to see an empty pot on an extinguished pyre cold what ifs ashes lying left to be told to another more perfect world.
There is so much to fix, Daniel. Your poem is packed with imagery and the perfect word choices.
Ooh. This packs a powerful punch.