What was this place
when roads were rivers
and stars our guides in the night
What was this place
when only mountains older than bone
exhaled into the molten morning light
their breath clinging to the trees
and rocks
and soil
What was this place
when our ambitions were survival
religion was rooted in the land
the dirt on our hands
our very souls
made tangible
what was this place
when stones unturned
their edges
and their layers
formed by time and water
and weather alone
told our stories
and our secrets
What was this place
when it used to be
About the Creator
Kenzey
On a quest to rewild, find joy, walk out of the fog into the sunshine, feel the grass on my feet--and write.
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Winner's Circle: Prompted #3
INTRODUCTION Prompted: #3 is over and done with. There were a total of 7 entries for this challenge, just like with Prompted #2. That was a bit surprising, considering this was a poetry challenge. The first poetry challenge garnered much more attention. Of course, one way to look at the drop in participation is that Vocal writers are not fans of the rondel.
By Randy Baker3 days ago in Writers
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