In The Ruins Of Pompeii

Here once was a civilisation
Lives existing, interacting
People of various culture and class
The high born, those risen and kept down
All lived, loved and played out roles
In this once thriving city
All people oblivious or too busy
To notice or care about other things
The next meal, social or private pleasure
Took president over outward thoughts
And it continued for some time
Until fate or life decided
That the end was neigh
And the book chapter closed
They all came into this world
And they all left the same

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Comments (4)

I never got past four skips....but this poem is definately ten skips in my book. Well done!
Good poem. I like the way it works on more the one level. I found myself slightly disjointed by the ambiguity of the reference of the last line ('immortal, divine'): it seems to me to refer to the choosing of the rock, and not its characteristics, yet the construction suggests that its characteristics are what are referred to as 'immortal, divine', a suggestion I'm more skeptical about. If you'd like to sharpen the reference, you could include the rock's characteristics within parentheses, and remove the line space within the last four lines: 'remembers the choosing of the rock (its color and touch) immortal, divine.' It really depends upon your intention. I really like the lines 'the hand I know not rippling why' Lovely.
Lovely work, bringing back wonderful memories of my husband and boys skimming stones every time we went to the beach. I think 5 or 6 skims was their record. Thanks for this. 10 from Tai, skimming but not in that way!
Ah, yes... the perfect rock! Interesting write! Brian