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What the runes said
A handfull of sand to the wind,
grains showed me the story of friends
and to the earth they did recind.
I walked along a gravel bed,
the many sounds of families
took residence within my head.
I chose a stone at the waters edge,
and felt its story of battering
and drowning in the waters cage.
A boulder strong cut my finger,
So I put my hand to my mouth
the salt of the rock did linger.
As I approached the cliffs that slept,
I smelled the story of their ages
and from within their cracks they wept.
8 comments
Handful.
recind???
get rid of 'many'(it throws off the rythmn and is quite unnecessary)
did linger? Why not lingered?
water's
Get rid of 'So'
Can something sleep and weep?
So-Iambic again. sleep-metaphor for quiet. Thanks so much for your time. when I get some myself I'll see what i can do about recind. Fuck, making things smoothe to the ear is hard. It's such a rough world we dlive in eh?
ohho wooohoho
Like dust in the wind dude
excellent so-crates!!!
I have a poem that happens to use some of the same imagery of the rocks! Kind of neat! I will post it. It is titled Gathering Stones. Please do look at it!
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