i had a dream
that i was pulled
through time
like an arrow
fast forward
i flew
into
halls of decay
decked for demolition
my body falling away
like peeling paint
all my
emptiness
emptiness
left in the dust
A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
i Liked this one wherever I found it… but never came back here. You wrote exactly what I saw when looking at this. Beautiful. One of my favorites.
World's EndThe dust settled downafter you passed, laying onus all, a thin filmcoating everyoutcrop of hope or dream leftafter our tumbleon this bloodless plain,this wasted dry and crackledcrush of graveled bones.
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Phew …Have a joy filled, love overflow Christmas and shout with me Happy Birthday Jesus!Sarah
Whoa! So much said in so few words.
"Decked for demolition" kind of like "deck the halls" ?
(P.S. — I see at the bottom of your blog that you're reading Radical. What do you think? Drop me a line if you have time. I'd love to hear!)
Wow, Nancy. Fabulously eerie. :-)
It's much the way aging feels … peeling away.
Like how your words take flight like a shot arrow. "All my emptiness left in the dust" …Can definitely relate to that feeling. Fantastic line in an excellent poem. Cheers
Superb!
Well done, Nancy. This is excellent.
That's a wonderful idea…all my emptiness left in the dust. Beautiful, well matched with the photo.
Powerful words and images. I like it all, but my favorite is "all my emptiness left to dust''–a profound paradox.
i like that all her emptiness was left in the dust…
oh, i had forgotten to add the photographers name.it is now added, and there is a post about him at the one stop poetry blog,along with many links, for poems, at the bottom of that post.and yes, camel :-) you got it spot on!the halls..decked is a parallel to the christmas carol.thanks for noticing.
I like the body falling away "like peeling paint."
Your poems never cease to amaze me…
Holy you-know-what! This is incredible, and the way it aligns with the spooky photos – Did you take those??? I LOVE – "Halls of decay, decked for demolition" (a small parallel to Xmas?) and "my body falling away like peeling paint…" Shoot. I LOVE the whole thing. I want to savor this one.