Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

When I Am Gone

when I am gone

what will happen 
to my words
trapped in ink 
in a  musty box
in some relations attic
NO
tie them up in ribbons
pile them close around me
then put us on the pyre
together we shall fly 
as free as birds.

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Richard Evans January 29, 2018 at 7:54 PM Pat you be poet don't you know it. Lovely poem. The sentiments herein could easily be my own. Patricia Cresswell January 30, 2018 at 1:29 PM of course I know it 'cause my feet show it. Thank you Richard.

Lunita Blanca January 1, 2018 at 1:35 PM Poems like yours will fload amoung the clouds for eternity making nature smile. Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 1:59 PM Thank you Carlos.

Jannie Breedt December 25, 2017 at 4:08 AM No, dont go. Find some hapiness first. Your words like George v says echoes on . Im talking to me too Jannie Breedt January 8, 2018 at 1:21 PM I am concerned about you. You were my friend on these pages , saw my pain and torment and anguish..I tried to find an inbox to write you, am looking still Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 2:01 PM I do not go willingly into that good night. My words have travelled out among the stars tiny sound bits.

Richard Evans December 18, 2017 at 8:29 PM This poem is so me. I often wonder what will become of my little musings. Thanks for sharing..............peace! Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 2:05 PM Your words will travel as will all of our thoughts.

Alexis Y. December 18, 2017 at 6:08 PM Hi Patricia, Based on this your words will not be forgotten. They will life on and fly free. Good poetic write:-) Alexis Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 2:05 PM Thank you Alexis.

Joseph May December 18, 2017 at 7:49 AM Poetry echoes through time inspiring others along the way Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 2:09 PM Thank you Joseph my words will become seeds.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 17, 2017 at 9:17 AM Love this, and George V's response :) your words as always graceful. Much love my sister of the pen xo mo Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 2:10 PM Maureen thank you for the confidence

Vijay Pandit December 17, 2017 at 7:09 AM Your words will live forever--a lovely poem! Patricia Cresswell December 17, 2017 at 7:17 AM Perhaps in the cosmos riding a blue spark. Thank you vijay.

Silent One December 17, 2017 at 7:05 AM I wrote a similar poem called my ink bleeds for you... Love the thoughts... Great ending... Patricia Cresswell December 17, 2017 at 7:15 AM Thank you Silent One.