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ashes from your urn

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Ashen grey is the house of remembering. 
Before each portal opens, 
your faceless bard swoons. 



He strikes a drum of bone and brittle whispers;

With cracked powd’ry fingers, 

he inscribes your name in dust.


He etches it longer than it ever was, 
the curves of your urn. 
You gather there your ashes and nourish my soul.

 

 

 

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Red Brick Keshner

Sun 24th Nov 2024 09:24

Thanks David (RL Moore) so glad as always to have feedback come my way. Writing is fine enough but the reception part can get tricky and seems to always be the case. You are much appreciated. 😀🌷👍rbk

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David RL Moore

Sun 24th Nov 2024 08:47

Hi RBK,

This conjoured some interesting images for me.

Writing that instantly creates a canvas for my thoughts will always have me delving deeper into the words within the text.

Irrespective of whether I have a definitive interpretation of the
texts true meaning or not, the fact that it has given me pause for thought is a measure of its creative attraction.

David

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