Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Robert Verdon,#423, endless epitaph

fine sand seems wet
moulding footprints
at the beach or on the moon
soft hands seem hard
leaving red marks
on the first sad day of school
each happy day
life trickles away
sitting in another room
carved words last longer
dead is the singer
wooden sails and a wind flute

endless the tombstone
pallid the rainbow
dense as the night


  1. Great. I really like this. Why the break before the endless end?

  2. thanks, it was written very quickly. will take another look at the break — I guess it felt right at the time


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