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
lovely! : )
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Thank you!
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you’re welcom. : ) i also love that picture!
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Isn’t it cool? I wasn’t sure what I needed to illustrate this piece, and then I found this. I’m kind of fascinated by Pompeii.
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yes it is cool, i love pompeii, i actually have a souvenier of the Colesuem around my neck! : D, i never take it off.
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Oh wow!
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yep! : )
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That’s brilliant.
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Thank you! It’s my first poem in a while.
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I like that last line. It’s a nice short piece that left me puzzling over the exact meaning at the end. A nice change from some of the more concrete poetry about.
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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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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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A good one, Leslie
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Thank you!
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Lovely words x
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Thank you. I’m not writing much poetry these days. I think I’m too sober. 🙀
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That is awful my darling xxxxxxxxxx
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