I'm writing again. For better or not better I'm writing again. a Facebook friend posted a picture of a dragon in a very dark and gloomy cave. For some reason the image jump started my poet's mind. I've been looking over the scribbles I've put down this year and some of them are worthy of working on. about 18 or so "ideas" sleep in my poetry file. Trying to work on them a bit here and there whenever I have the energy and the time. Anyway, here's a little one.
Dragon Day
creating the fire
that will devour him.
His feet, his thoughts
floating like ash, up
towards the ceiling.
A murmur, like a river,
a disturbing sound
bouncing off the wall.
At peace, a ghost wailing.
Woodie o5-o8-2o16
Dragon Day
Waiting on the
edge of it
in a cage, in a
ragecreating the fire
that will devour him.
His feet, his thoughts
floating like ash, up
towards the ceiling.
A murmur, like a river,
a disturbing sound
bouncing off the wall.
At peace, a ghost wailing.
Woodie o5-o8-2o16
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