Thursday, March 20, 2014

Untitled - Latest Poem


These burnt words
shift, break,
ash in air.

All that is left
is what isn't there.

Dark like the new moon,
an eyeless socket.

Photographer Kruljac Tomislav
Poem completed 3/2014


Rot said...

really REALLY love this one.

Jay's Shadow said...

So cool.

I think you should publish your poetry.

Or at least give a book of them to a certain haunter.


Mark Faucett said...

Have to say, I'm diggin' this one too Ms. Bean!

bean said...

Thanks, ya'll. :)

Willow Cove said...

Very cool poem!