Like tall trees that once grew in a mighty, dense forest,
then exposed to the fiercest of heat,

(a hellish inferno of fire)

so you lift your rough-cut, jagged arms to the sky.

 

No two trunks the same,

(circuits on a chip,
looking for all the earth
like random nonsense,
yet holding a fingerprint of possibility)

I am lost in the spaces between darkness.

 

Then,
walking away with heavy breath,
I turn for one last look
and catch the face of a giant.

 

 

ManMon1

 

 

 

 

 

 

ManMon2

 

 

 

 

 

 

ManMon3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ManMon4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(The Nelson Mandela Memorial, Howick, South Africa)

NaPoWriMo
Day One :    Ekphrastic Poem

 

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