Suddenly one summer night, the dust-storm came, whipping palms into obeisance and stinging sand-cinders into dry eyes. When the spiraling dust settled, a manic, shrieking silence strangled life.
The storm ended but we were no more.
You were burnt to ashes and I had eroded.
3 comments:
Awesome alliteration!!
Hi Ranee, your imagery/expressions seem very original:
"I had eroded" "whipping palms" "Sea struts" "wrapped the night up" "Cold cubes of moments"...I think you really can create a new language, which is what every good poet does.
Enjoyed. Will come back for a detailed look later!
Look forward to your coming back here, John. I'm surely going back often to see what you've been up to!
Ranee
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