Ripe RuinsA Poem by James K. BlaylockRipe Ruins
digging around, but, this sand offers nothing;
only these old bones speak loudly of some forgotten sad world...
that once had such hope and light; what happened to the skeleton's smile
2-19-08 © 2008 James K. BlaylockReviews
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Added on February 19, 2008Last Updated on June 12, 2008 AuthorJames K. BlaylockTyler, TXAboutHi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..Writing
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