by FTS Miles   May 19, 2008

I would that moss become her,
Nestled green amidst the cracks,
Warp and weft of stony tapestry
Flung uneven edged upon the tableau
Of a silent land once vibrant,
Butterfly prancing upon the
Blustery blades and breastplates
Slighting to a tyrant's whim,
And I would shout out warning
"Beware the Fall!" had I voice
Enough to out-din the Ages
And spur this skeleton of grandeur
To reclaim her former face of glory.

Copyright 2008, FTS Miles


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  • 10 years ago


    Well thought out. it flows together very beautifully. you have a way with putting your words together to make it seem as beautiful sounding as the ocean waves lapping against the beach and rocks with the view of a beautiful sunset laying in the far distance of the waters. keep up the good work. adn i love butterflies. write to me sometime.
    ~flaming heart~

  • 10 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Congratulations! Well deserved! Awesome stuff!

  • 10 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    *laugh* Thank you very much for the sentiment, Donald. Truly means a great deal.

    As to what I'm experiencing... wondrous things, and unfortunately as well places that should have been treasured but were not. But over all, a great deal of beauty and awe to be found over here. Especially in some of the places where humans have consistently lived, loved, fought, sorrowed, danced, made love, birthed new generations, and died for thousands of years, layers and layers of our lives and dreams upon the next all the way to the present.

    Makes you feel at once both very miniscule and very connected.

  • 10 years ago

    by Dark Secrets

    Wow!!!! thats very nice, I loved the words you used.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sourav

    Good use of strong words. A well crafted poem.
    The whole description is good. Captivating. Well done!