Time Bangle
A poem (Prompt: Time + Place + Love + Death)
Mountain skins slide to expose— orange rocks Ones, claimed by — giant golden rings — circling, We — the — prisoner of these time bangles —
Can we not free our mountain plugged in the core of our earth? Can we not unshackle from rules of the ground — Take nothing, breath internally
Watch the day burn, as it falls on its orange bumps — Shall we carry our mountain, towards withheld snow — Shall we take these bangles off — Now—
Thin rays of love shall penetrate our/its hard bones Draw a star, right at our/its center in time — explode The golden rings shall fall from our/its orange hills (Come together — as one great — trap — life of death — or — )
For the breaths we hold — we could Could we not ? gently slide these — time bangles — to the bottom of this mountain for — now
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In response to Dead Poets Live Prompt — Time + Place + Love +Death






