The remnant,
The faces,
The griefs,
The terrors,
The ruin
Letters to each and all
The deepest wisdom
Of all the earth
The city throbbed
Day and night
The narrow ways
Were crowded
The wide road
Yet dark
A strange cry rang out
High
Vast
And the point was a rich sword
So cool, Jamie! I’ve been meaning to try this technique.
Thank you so much! I hope you do :)
I don’t fancy myself a poet but this technique has me intrigued. I’m going to try it. Perhaps there is an accidental poet in me? I’m curious to see and maybe discover her waiting for me.