"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Way The Cards Fall.

One day
all your kingdom
will burn to the ground
and you will ask God
"why me?"
"what have I done
to deserve this?"
and in response
you will hear
the simple scraping scythe
of the wind
as it carries the ash away
to a new kingdom
and bears fertile soil
for someone else.


  1. dig the scythe of wind - cool image

  2. You capture through words, a feeling I have felt quite deeply many times in my life. An excellent point, wrapped in perfect descriptions.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."