Image by PatternPictures from Pixabay
Sand in the hourglass
melting over
memories of molten
moments, bitten
by rare rain fall.
Striations flow,
light enthralls,
singing cerebral parables,
forging patterns
in the echoing gorge.
Dripping pastel veins,
desiccated remains,
an eon of cells -
death knells
in wind-blown grains.
This poem is written in response to the title image. This type of poetry in response to either art or photography is called ekphrastic poetry, check out the link to learn more.
If you've found this poetry interesting, you can check out a similar Ekphrastic poem I wrote recently:
and more poetry on my homepage, @raj808. Thanks for reading馃檪
