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I told you
Another great friend
I'd admired
years since we met
just a year or two senior
age wise
knowledge
beyond the far reaching crowds
passed away this morning ...
left all bereft
mourning
none will remember
after the lantern
is switched off
next one please
calls the padri
who is now in queue
has anyone any clue
none what soever
the petrichor is over
the scented candles flavor now waver
memory swings
like a new one in a cradle
why have you brought me
just to pass away
sadly
who...will answer me ?
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
His last rites soonly
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Lavender
Fri, 2022-11-04 12:55
Oh, Lovedly,
I am so sorry. Your poem is still and reflective.
L
lovedly
Sat, 2022-11-05 00:35
THANKS
'TIS AN INEVITABILITY
by now all know it
Geezer
Sat, 2022-11-05 11:44
Sorry...
for the loss of your friend. Yes, it is inevitable, but I'm a grasshopper, fiddling the days away, not worried about tomorrow. I would rather be surprised when the day comes. ~ Geez.
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lovedly
Sat, 2022-11-05 12:28
I would rather be surprised when the day comes. ~ Geez.
ha ha ha Gee
u wouldn't then be
Rosewood Apothecary
Sat, 2022-11-05 20:10
Acceptance
Is an admirable trait and is an important step in the grieving process. Yes, it’s inevitable but it is a bit sad and we do miss people terribly when they depart. There’s even a bit of light humor here which helps us make sense of it all.
Great job as usual,
Tim
lovedly
Sun, 2022-11-06 01:49
third day
another friend passes away
now daily at my age
no births
no kids
no marriages news
all have been blown off by gales and passing winds
only trails remain behind
you know me
one day smoke trail you will see
perhaps twill be me ...
LIFE MUST HAVE HUMOUR
all is a mirage
EAST OR WEST
just your mind enlarge
many just silently barge