understandable poem

or not a poem, perhaps something else 



Around here

unnamed graves are covered beneath

The streets 

of this city 

Boldly climbing wet rocks

in every direction 

of age 

Gold from the core of the earth

rusted wet leaf crust on top

And you call me elusive 

perhaps I am


you meet arriving 

Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2024-03-05 at 23:38

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
shades of emelèn

jeg forstår
[i hope that makes sense]

so nice to see your words again, floating in, as they do, from a distance

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
And we wouldn't know.

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
very good

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
So much lays below
Once walk where
Now walk
Will they and us
Be Remembered
Will our poetry be
Read long after we
In our turn lay below?
Ken D