sunken steps

sunken steps of stone,

history rustling in the trees,

nothing but worn footholds left,

when those who remember are gone

the universe sighs final breaths,

ripples of joy and sorrow.

~

This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:

sunken steps of stone

under ancient canopy

history rustles

The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.

Photo Credit: bonitavista.tumblr.com

©️2018 Ontheland

15 thoughts on “sunken steps

  1. I love the idea of history rustling in the trees. I’m not sure why, but one of my favorite things to do when we travel is to visit old cemeteries. Now I’ll always think of history rustling in the trees.

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