Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
Oh my, oh dear,
Is this a place I truly fear?
Does anyone my cries hear?
Please, get me outta here!
Tag Archives: poetry
WWW: Written in Stone (seven)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
Ladies in waiting
May be a sentence under stating
A few millennia
They have stood in catatonia
WWW: Written in Stone (two)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
When the pipes are a-smoking
Do not go around poking
There may be something cooking
In the ovens no one is looking
Dare adventure inside
But be careful of what you find
It may or may not be kind
Something preserved in time
WWW: Written in Stone (one)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
History written into these forgotten stones
They used to be for many simple homes
Now what remains, may just be, some forgotten bones
WWW: Written in Stone (five)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
Remnants of a temple
Now available,
For long term rental
WWW: Written in Stone (three)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
The castle of brave knights
Who attended many a fights
Spent drinking many a nights
Now turned off are their lights
And remaining a stony sight
WWW: Written in Stone (eight)
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless,
then turns you into a storyteller.”
– Ibn Battuta
Written in Stone
One pillar
Two pillar
Three pillar
Even the mighty caterpillar
Could them do no ill-ar
Shadow Play (four)
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Between Shadow and Sunshine
Dark, light,
Dark, light
Keep up,
Do not, give up the fight
For your given right
Is to, live in the light
Shadow Play (five)
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Shadows on the Water
Wishing
I was there
In that place,
Called elsewhere
But for now
It’s just a shadow
A faded memory
Of somewhere
Shadow Play (two)
Posted in the Daily Post: Shadow
“The true work of art
is but a shadow
of the divine perfection”
Michelangelo
Shadow Play
Shadow Living
Living, inside a shadow
Is it just a cover?
Or is it just for show?
No other person knows
For we are, the shadows
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