Walk

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

trying to make

something out of nothing

a funeral without a burial

the hard pull of tough bracken

a body of gnarled wood

some damp ash of remorse

so i stop and consider the flat river

people die and turn into stones

and trees and never return, that`s all

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Yes Les..We only have our words.....and those only for the living. May your words persist as long as the stones, my friend. P.

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Added on January 30, 2020
Last Updated on January 30, 2020

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..

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