"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Move along

Prompt #26: Quiet Windows

In the outpouring of craggy rock,
bone spurs from the mountainside,
few things are visible
but the aging face of time,
the shavings of an empire,
the unnatural halt of geology
and the quieter sides
of our nature,
far from the discordant horns
bleating wrong notes
to snapped branches
and the downturned veins
of new leaves,
brighter green
than any child's mind,
'til they turn to the sky in death,
weak pleas for sustenance
met only by shivering derision.
"Quite right,"
we nod in agreement.
"Nothing to see here."

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Foo Fighters, White Limo


  1. downturned veins of new leaves... nice. welcome

    my thursday post was here


  2. dynamic, well done.

    got you in, happy rally.

  3. so cool!


  4. "few things are visible
    but the aging face of time,
    the shavings of an empire,"

    Interesting contrast...

  5. Powerful imagery here...reminds me of Ozymandias by Shelly (one of my favorite poems) Kudos!

  6. Greetings:

    How are you?

    Check out our short story slam today,

    We love creativity, your contribution is invaulable to us.

    Happy Saturday.


    keep writing, keep sharing.

    a poem will do.