To walk in other's shoes, past the sentinels,
on cold stone steps that lie in the dirt
where the moss of history dwells.
Lillian, at dverse poets, has suggested, as an option, we pen an ekphrastic poem, using one of two photos she provided.
Here's the link: Ekphrastic Poetry
perfect ekphrastic, Carol
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa! :D
DeleteEkphrasia in a nutshell, Christine! I love the phrase ‘moss of history’.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim! [Ooops, I'm actually Carol. ;D]
DeleteYes! So few words....such power and meaning in them!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lillian. I did attempt to add more lines to my poem but it just wouldn't work.
DeleteI love it! Beautifully written. This is a great line... Where the moss of history dwells! What a great description.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dwight. :D
DeleteA distillation that as it evaporates, expands in the mind to a whole cloud of meaning and allusion...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Andrew! I needed to read your comment through a few times! ;D
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