Monday, December 12, 2005

Crumbling with time....Ecphrasis



What use is this mausoleum built of stone?
Which will anyway crumble with time.
I will use words to shroud my rotting bone.
Neither do I want pyramids as a shrine.
Wishing by the light of sun and moon,
Rustling winds whispering name that’s mine


Picture Courtsey: Ashish Gorde of Eureka Express

When one writes prose or poetry inspired by a painting or a photograph or an image of any sort it is known as Ecphrasis.

7 comments:

True Blue Guy said...

I learnt a new word today.

Ecphrasis !

The poem was beautiful especially after I read your previous post !
Thanks ! :-)

Keshi said...

New word - thanks!

Keshi.

The MacBean Gene said...

Thanks for visiting and leaving the comment. Congratulate me, I've just enrolled to audit your writing class, thank you.

>|' ; '| said...

nothings forever.mausoleums fall with the passage of time.or do they keep existing forever in parallel universes in different time frames?

!xobile said...

beautiful poem!

gautami tripathy said...

Thanks Folks! For the visit and liking my post! Keep on checking!

Ganja Turtle said...

I like the way you have exphrasized.