Sunday, February 23, 2014

Magpie Tales 208...Stones


 Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn


                                                               Wandering in the empty
                                                                  dark of lost thoughts
                                                               Bleached bones echo
                                                                  with demented glee

                                                               Words fall like hard
                                                                  and bitter stones
                                                               As the poet roams a labyrinth
                                                                  of discarded dreams


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Magpie Tales 208...I don't know why the prompt this week seemed so creepy to me.  Must be the skulls lurking outside the window.

12 comments:

  1. The picture is creepy alright. I like the last 2 lines very much, but wondered if you could invert the ideas . . "The dreamer roams a labyrinth / of discarded poems"

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  2. Gday, Commander Solo, i found this incredibly powerful and beneficial to my soul, cheers, Kuta

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  3. Oh yes, it is a game of love and hate, up and down....bravo!

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    1. Yes...my writing has been wandering quite a bit of late... :D

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  5. I found it creepy too. You wrote about it very well.

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