life ordains we live:
when caught within imperatives of trust,
we are not bound by deprivations' stain:
alone to dwell;
content with weather-beaten tunes,
in time to the beat of warm flesh
wrapped in chill recollection -
the pallor marks us wise.
there within our autumn mercy,
no measure of decay will leave us lost -
not knowing wealth
until we mint our coin
from promissory
promises
we left
behind
an age or two ago ...
to gather dust and silver
with our hair ...
Author notes
Image by Shauni Semler @ deviantART.com
A contest entry
- ~Image Prompt~ # 2 by -Ink Artist-.
525 points, ended May 9, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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Fascinating compilation of thoughts you've created from this image prompt. A very unique description of aged wisdom and the memories that bring us there. Excellent metaphor within your message and original imagery design. Always intriguing to see where your muse take you! Compelling work! Thanks for your entry!
~Lori
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