my grandpa died a while ago, and for some reason, this is all i could really write about it.


  gone with the plane,
and the cigarette smoke
behind, yielding blue for the passers-

you are so cold --
gone, gone.

Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 00:22

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Kathy Lockhart
Your poem in concise and poignant leaving emotions and images alive in my mind.

Rob Graber
I can't quite connect the images into anything coherent; if a sense of disconnectedness is intended to convey a coldness and confusion in and/or toward the deceased, it has worked for me!

z this is beautiful. and somewhere on a cloud your grandpa is looking down proud over you for writing this wonderful poem and for being who you are. I'm here if you want to talk.