Alas
I am
still
settled in
reading
winter gravestones
"ellecees"
from Magaly
"today I wish us to
create poetry into which we weave
the titles of 3 of our poems"
Alas I ended up with more titles :-(
Day 10
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As twilight moves away and darkness engulfs me with its solemn breath you come to me and we open ourselves to one another ou...
Love how you managed to make it almost into found poetry... nothing really to add....
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me think of the only poetry class I've ever taken. Our professor would take us to graveyards to read epitaphs, then we would compose poetry. Years after that, I still visit graveyard and poetize last goodbyes...
ReplyDeleteThat is so cool!
ReplyDeleteSuch a melancholy place to be...
ReplyDeleteSuch power in the brevity of your verse Linda!
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning. Somber, and striking. There's something about that "Alas" that haunts more than the gravestones...
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing capture of season and emotion.
ReplyDeleteI love reading gravestones...especially the ones that give a little backstory...nice glimpse into this.
ReplyDeleteYikes! A long winter, well conveyed. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteHow cool and unexpected.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! I actually love old graveyards. Although melancholy, they are peaceful.
ReplyDeleteA dramatic final flourish. Winter gravestones add so much eerie depth to the poem.
ReplyDeleteSomething hauntingly beautiful about this....
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