In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
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Duplicity Is/ Such A Profound Sounding Word.../ Let's Duplicate It!
I Nailed The Wrong HALL.../ And So, I Apologize... / Thus, Am i Humbled.
I Nailed The Wrong HALL... / And So I Apologise... / Thus, Am I Humbled.
Donald Hall Should Stick/ To Producing Hallmark Cards... / But What Do I Know?
You know nothing. For anyone who has grieved, this poem is sublime.
You think that their dying is the worst thing that could happen. Then they stay dead. That reached right into the hole in my soul-and squeezed. It would have been 13 years for me-second wife. And I still miss her.
Very creative poem Donald, yes very interesting, I like it.---Melvina--
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful haiku. Thanks for sharing.