Ancient stones don’t feel
So old when the warmth of human
Touch has smoothed them out
What thousand years of
Thought have worn this down? I am
Neither first nor even last
What else has born the
Weight of time that I have passed
Unknowing? I wonder.
No empires left
To conquer. I go into
History unknown.
3 comments:
Dude, it's so cool that you posted a haiku. I really like the first stanza the most; for some reason, an image of you pouring over ancient Israli scrolls popped into my head. I'm not sure you did any serious scholarship with ancient stones or scrolls, but I'm glad you're contributing. If I was you, I'd post another one. You've always been a good writer. P.S. Do you like the site? If you do, pass the hyperlink on to any of your friends or family that might be interested. We'll talk soon.
i think thats awsome its really interesting christy
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