a poem (this is not a hallmark card)

[EmperorOfIceCream]

go down
weeping willows
grainy photographs
of yellowed flowers
a curl of hair against
rough skin

I?m gone
empty lungs
grainy photographs
a curl of hair
blue down gossamer pillows

don?t fight
a flock of birds
falling leaves against
grainy sky blue photographs
yellowed rough skin go down

 

[HappyPuppy]

The Bard you ain't. Don't quit your day job.

 

[KarenMarie]

a poem about dying?

 

[EmperorOfIceCream]

Originally posted by: HappyPuppy
The Bard you ain't. Don't quit your day job.

If I wanted to quit my day job I'd write hallmark cards

 

[HappyPuppy]

Originally posted by: EmperorOfIceCream

Originally posted by: HappyPuppy
The Bard you ain't. Don't quit your day job.

If I wanted to quit my day job I'd write hallmark cards

Point taken.