Poetry/Ghazal/Peace and Death Copyright Protected, ID 01/15/2024 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Written, January 15, 2024 For the International Contest, Ghazal Sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 02/05/2024
First Place
I walk the cemetery all alone with me, loving each ancient, gnarled, beautiful perfect tree. The grief in this graveyard hangs like a green curtain, the grass- and filigree leaves swaying in each tree. Once these souls had a life and I hope happiness, oh listen- a thousand songs coming from a tree. I read the inscriptions wondering how they died, one day perhaps I will rest under a shade tree. This is so sad to think about but it is real, now, a chickadee chatters from a bent old tree.
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