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.
6 comments:
New word - thanks!
Keshi.
Thanks for visiting and leaving the comment. Congratulate me, I've just enrolled to audit your writing class, thank you.
nothings forever.mausoleums fall with the passage of time.or do they keep existing forever in parallel universes in different time frames?
beautiful poem!
Thanks Folks! For the visit and liking my post! Keep on checking!
I like the way you have exphrasized.
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