Thought I’d try my hand at a poem as a sort of writing exercise. It’s a kind of writing I’ve never really tried before, so I thought it might be fun. You can tell from the title what it’s about. Hope you enjoy!
An immortal yawn rends the surface,
stale breath tumbles amid dormant walls,
time dulls their edge, mutes their face.
Below, where cold chokes the light
and sound is smothered,
a river’s apparition
lifts dust to lap at crumbled stones.
That barren tide
of a past absent history
etches a memory of rain
lacking one to recall it.