Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(1 votes)

RatingRated by

You must login to vote

Dried pine needles, dampened leaves,
resting on the sodden ground.
Blowing winds with edges sharp,
shaking boughs of downcast firs.

And deep inside the leaves and twigs,
wilting,shining in the rain,
a murky,subterranean realm
resides.Sepulchral and hollow.

In this place, upon a stone,
that darkened, turbid waters wash,
a lonely figure with head bowed,
sits, and with tones toneless chants,

a lament with no words,
a lament with no name.

Related Items


The following comments are for "Untitled"
by marigold

I love the visuals this poem inspires. Nice work.

( Posted by: nelson [Member] On: February 21, 2005 )

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.