Stone October 6, 2012 by sarahmelone 4 Doors turn to stone. Words sear skin. Rock windows stand where light once played. Walls that let angry arrows through become stone too. No one gets in. No one gets out. Pieces moving inside stop. I am only stone. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
I love this! Very nice 😀
Oh wow. There’s a certain straightforwardness in the choice of imagery that makes it sound so natural and common-sense, and yet, not really. Because their is an evident intelligence (not so common!) in the way the images depict the concept, no more, no less. Such a short poem and yet so potent. I should learn how to do this too. I’m glad I visited!
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