Those disembodied remnants,
Earthly remains of unknown souls,
are now assembled at my doorstep.
Having piqued my attention,
...
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How old are these molecules that have been forever scattered during these past centuries? this is the best part of the poem...really reminds me that i am an insignificant entity in the bigger design of things...i really liked this poem...a full ten for you...nalini
THIS, THUS FAR, MY FAVORITE; AS IT MIRRORS QUITE A BIT TO MY OWN SCRIBBLINGS. Once again, Joe, as in most Prose & or Poetry, the Image factor is the principal to taking a good piece of writing & transforming it into a great work of Artistry.You accomplish this here w/ a very graphical approach, but one that can be well justified by your theme...There is no grandiose here, merely defined, description.Job well done, Joe''''''''''''''''''''FJR
Excellent! Joe really this goes with 'Ruined Souls' and I feel much more advanced than my poem.Thanks very much for sharing.Clay destined to clay? No any options.............pass like dusty wind!
I like this musing on our (well, most of the population's) inevitable fate! '...or Nordic heroes who were consumed in funeral pyres? ' Wonderful, whimsical touch, that. I will read more of yours soon. Esther : ]
Wow, Joseph... great write from beginning to end (or should I say from dust to dust) . Brian