Thursday, July 5, 2012

A fleeting moment

utterance of dissonance

leave our lips
                        hanging thin

faded snapshots
                        we are

forgotten gestures of skin

A poetry prompt from The Sunday Whirl. Although, I only used seven of the words.

1 comment:

  1. For some reason this reminds me of an Elephant's graveyard with sun dried bones. Well wordled.
    My snapshot is here: