In a graveyard of crumbling
bones, lichen blemishes untended
stones, erases brief life stories
of the dead waiting for the world
to turn back. Their remains
have succumbed to worm
and maggot, but their souls
still dwell in established heartlands
and monuments, splashed with light
that shifts with overhanging leaves,
are touchstones for the afterlife –
order in the natural disorder.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd August 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads A Guest Appearance from Kenia Santos: Post-Rock, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
Kenia’s back in the garden with some bands I know, some really well . This is the kind of music we listen to in our house.
For today’s challenge, she asks us to choose a song from the list she has provided and use it as inspiration to write an untitled poem, incorporating the song titles in the body of our poems.