Next to a Footpath at Fuente De
Thank you to Vita Brevis for publishing one of my poems, together with a beautifully apt picture.
Submitted by Matthew Rhodes
Lives like raindrops falling into mud,
making rivulets of blood.
Unwasted, yet ungently blown; dashed and mixed and tossed and dropped,
then burned and baked to clay;
stretched tight in frozen screams.
Time, as in a century, will pass
and stir the mud; raise ears of corn
unnumbered like the raindrop lives
that cannot be remade.
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Photo credit: An Italianate Landscape with Travelers on a Path, Jan Both
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