An Echo of Thought and SoundA Poem by Michael HowellI don't even know how to classify this one... Possibly Prose?Mud and Water and Dirt, not keeping any shape but what you wish, calling for forgiveness and fertility. A gust of sand billowing through the air and rushing over all surfaces and burying deep inside the cracks of files stored away for good. A single drop of rain, falling from its home in the sky and carving a small but intracate path through the air, meeting its death on the cold pavement and slipping from existence into nothingness. An explosion, a raging torrent of flame and inferno, eating wood and steel, so white and all consuming. A page, lying stark cold on the drawing table, longing for a chance to break free and to believe and to discover. © 2009 Michael Howell |
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