Sara Jama Poet Rhyme

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Written on April 14th 2025 for Joseph May's Threading the Lines prompt

Murmurs of the Damned

Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh.  
Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols.  
Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash—  
Taken to the surface, unleashed by a cacophony of demonic cymbals.  
Now, time suddenly stops by this grotesque swash.  
War is waged, and humanity becomes a mere memento, just a collection of broken trinkets in otherworldly drawers, like lost thimbles.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers April 15, 2025 at 8:23 AM Dear Sara, Oh how this churns like the marsh’s dark heart with silt-heavy secrets rising, oleander tendrils spelling out forgotten curses. I see the war waged in silent drawers, humanity reduced to thimbles in a cosmic cabinet. The demons? They’re just echoes of what we buried. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Sara Jama April 17, 2025 at 8:13 AM Thank you. Spring Blessings.

I Am Anaya April 14, 2025 at 6:35 PM Yeah, this a tough one to do, favorite line is "War is waged, and humanity becomes a mere memento, just a collection of broken trinkets in otherworldly drawers, like lost thimbles. " i pricked my thumb recently! GL Sara Jama April 17, 2025 at 8:13 AM Thank you very much.