a sad and thoughtful poem about the death of an individual. Look for It here:
Elegy for Jane by Theodore Roethke
Book Ends by S.M.(M).L.
We are the stories we tell,
the lives we become.
Every page a new moment,
every moment a new page.
Some stories are broad and beautiful
and deep. Some short and sweet.
Each one as meaningful as the next,
a library of who we become.
You were at the start of my story.
I am here for the end of yours,
but in this way you live,
and so the story goes on.
Volumes into an eternity
we can't comprehend
exactly where we begin
and where we end.
There's a poet in my soul; she's always been there, but is often neglected. I'm letting her out here. I hope you will too. Here's some unsolicited advice: When your poet speaks to you, just let it out, there's something there, I promise you. Here you'll find ideas about how to hone your craft as I practice mine and lead you to some of my favorite published poems and poets.
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