The Lilacs and the Tarpit

slapdashmonuments

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.


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Emmyful

Emmyful

Ah, the imagery!

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slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

Ah, thank you! ~curtsy~ You're both Emmyful and graceful, and therefore, I'm Grateful.

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