new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
That third line stands out plain and stark and fierce. A year with a few of such such tides so this one hits home.
The iteration of the tolling bell, a mourning hymn itself, beautifully and delicately evoked by the repeating closing rhyme.
Thanks, friends; sadly, so prophetic in the light of my latest post of February 2.
That third line stands out plain and stark and fierce. A year with a few of such such tides so this one hits home.
ReplyDeleteThe iteration of the tolling bell, a mourning hymn itself, beautifully and delicately evoked by the repeating closing rhyme.
ReplyDeleteThanks, friends; sadly, so prophetic in the light of my latest post of February 2.
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