Last Words

A cemetery stone, my tablet cold.
An epitaph I read — the shards drool.
Those pretty words! I long to finger gold.
Instead reflective glass, the story’s cruel.

4/27/2020
Rithimus Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden


Original Title: Wild About Books
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Makama Avatar
April 29, 2020 at 11:10 PM
You make a dark theme seem like a cool song. This is well expressed and creatively mythical. I love the mystery behind every line. Excellent work friend.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 30, 2020 at 9:19 AM
Thank you, Funom!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 29, 2020 at 6:38 AM
Poetic masterpiece Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 29, 2020 at 7:17 AM
I don’t know about that...lol, but thanks :)
Wolf Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 6:19 PM
Oh, the frustration is felt. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 7:42 PM
Yes
Mcconnell Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 3:19 PM
Nice penning Kim, wise words put together well!
Rodrigues Avatar
April 27, 2020 at 4:52 PM
Thank you :)
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