Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dust - by Rand

Please post your instapoem as a comment. My poem should be up soon.


  1. It gathers,
    A memorial of life anywhere but here,
    Softens the lines of the room,
    Takes messages where one little finger
    Marked its presence.
    You are gone.
    It gathers.

  2. Of dust and ashes birth a phoenix
    River birds rain every evening
    Sleeping deep beneath the mix
    Dreaming men clutch crucifix
    Evermore the tides receding