Monday, March 29, 2010

feeble...


no end
no air
no any\thing.
entombed within
blackest foul shadows layered
heavy, relentless,
bloating, feeding
on the soul
that was life.

4 comments:

kdzu said...

Damned black feathered Buzzards.
Begone, says I
You are not wanted here.

Jean said...

It almost wore me down today, Larry.
Tried to fight it some with pretty rose pics (post above).

kdzu said...

And ya done good. Give yourself a pat on the back and some praise to Sparky for keeping those pesky dinosaurs out of the yard; you never know when a rogue cosmic ray will strike one and mutate it to 10 feet high. They ear roses, don't you know.

Jean said...

Ha!...my little garden is safe with the Sparkster ;-)