We are made of others
emerge and bloom uniquely qualified to be ourselves.
And just as soon, turn to dust and disappear.
A crepusular light.
Discovered his sculpture on Pinterest and felt inclined to share. Enjoy!
the last flow of coffee
drips white cream
circling rings unfolding
of fable and tales
of “used to be hope”
the impossible bricks
standing against our world
a last surface
the probability comes: the “us” ends.
The bird’s skulls
I have never participated in a writing prompt but thought it could be fun to see what I concoct as well as others. Intriguing.
See the prompt here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/napowrimo-day10/
surface, last, flow, used, talk, us,
stands, hope, circle, end, drips, tales
breathing, against, birds, impossible, skull, bricks,
coffee, unfolds, comes, sleeping, white, probability
Happy writing, J