Graveside tumbleweed blew
In the stones –
Of a thousand years
Yet to come –
Primitive, their sculpture
Just as these –
Still a stymied mosaic
Just as we –
Hallowed stone stood
Well-weathered, calm –
Sphinx-like the mass
Here and now –
Graveside tumbleweed ceased
The stones stayed –
Of a thousand years
Yet to come –
I love the lines "Still a stymied mosaic Just as we -" A creative metaphor for all the pieces that make up a person, because we are all surely complex. A timeless piece!
Sheila
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Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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I love the lines "Still a stymied mosaic Just as we -" A creative metaphor for all the pieces that make up a person, because we are all surely complex. A timeless piece!
Sheila
Regis
always,
randy
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Be safe,
Karen