Dying Earth

Jagged, rocky peaks
Misty stream, cradling the dead
Itchy, gnarled shrubs

Sharpened, grainy sand
Flounders float, half-decomposed
The creek’s murky stench

Monstrous cedars
Creatures wait, warm mud their bed
To take their last breath

The miasmic air
Fills the lungs, leaves in repose
And all beings sleep

This is an experiment with imagery, based both on how scenes are described and what words are chosen to describe them.

I hope you found it enjoyable.


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