Come, right with me this poem

Come, right with me this poem

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner

under six feet
freshly fallen snow
washes into
splintered song


severed thought
drifts afar off
into forever old
souvenirs now cold

write with me this poem
come breathe its soul
lay each clammy hand
to right with me this poem


heart warming chill
voices no longer still
visceral reflection
set in ashen bone

© 2008 Red Brick Keshner


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Red Brick Keshner
Red Brick Keshner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..

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