I am sorry this is so late. I have had no time to blog today but I had to do the challenge so a short entry tonight đź’ť
Jane Dougherty had changed our Challenge title from November Yeats Challenge to the above. We even have a photo from Paul Militaru’s photography blog today as well.
“With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,”—W.B. Yeats.
Dead eyes
I filled my pockets with stones
Old wise stones with memory
They watched me with dead eyes honed
Knowing they alone could set me free.
Cold dead fish eyes watch me sleep
They saw my decent into the deep
Weighted down by stones, they keep
My secret, my silent final leap.
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