The Lilacs and the Tarpit
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
The lilacs blow along the banks
Not far from barrels, tubs, and tanks
They wave so gently in the breeze
And thrive beneath the wasted trees
Where honeybees so seldom buzz
And dinosaurs remain, because
In vanished aeons they got stuck
In pools of noxious, icky muck
Just trying to procure a bite
Of lovely blooms of such delight!
Enticéd and drawn swiftly thence,
The beasties swarmed and leapt the fence
And sunk into the turgid pools--
Yes, dinos ever were great fools
And their remains remain, you see?
Just like the Tarpit by the sea,
The everlasting lilacs, and
Cruel time, that pounds rock into sand.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Ah, the imagery!
- #1489 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Ah, thank you! ~curtsy~ You're both Emmyful and graceful, and therefore, I'm Grateful.
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