Sometimes I like to play with a word, seeing if I can create something from it that has some meaning for me. It’s not an original idea, of course, but is fun. Fun for me, anyway. And sometimes cathartic (like this time).

Here’s one of those short little things I wrote, oh, maybe a month ago. It’s a simple one – you won’t need a cypher to see the pattern 🙂

Catacombed
As all the rest
Taken by surprise
And infected by fathomless eyes
Safe in armor
Tempted but not spent
Regretfully, in the closing hour
Orpheus “loudly singing the praises of the gods to his lyre”
Pulled by that force of nature, still
Home to the fields of lavender
Elegant yet raw, and unreachable.

Thanks for reading,

{RDj)