Prescient

I created something there on stone strewn grounds

Scattered the remains across the fields

Shook my fist at an orange sky

My works crumbled in the making

Two figures approached

Appraising, frowning, drowning

I tried to explain how the piece should look

My entreaties were not sufficient for the cause

Melting words in a melting world

Pompeii

Pompeii

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

18 thoughts on “Prescient”

    1. Thank you, Carol. Poetry isn’t my normal mode, but sometimes I feel a bit poetic. I’m not very accomplished, but it makes me happy. Or sad. Or confused.

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