RDP Tuesday: ART
There is art
in ruin.
Silence is a symphony playing endlessly in deserted rooms, echoing aimlessly through
empty halls.
Broken glass, shattered stone, rotted wood
created by merciless time and brutal neglect
then lovingly crafted and given form by an invisible master
a shattered tribute to what once
lived quietly under the skin.
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Repudiate
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I buried your face
your voice
the smell of your hair
caked with nicotine and perfume
in the woods behind my house.
I burned your books
your newspaper clippings
about a world gone mad
in a metal drum
in the woods behind my house
I lined a hole
with cheap cement
and dropped your bones into it, with glee
instead of letting them run wild
in the woods behind my house.
I say a curse
and a prayer
for everything that I keep
and sometimes visit, when I am feeling weak
in the Woods behind my house.