Letting Go

This cold, cold earth
last resting place
I heard your voice
you kissed my face
then all was gone
without a trace
in cold, cold earth

This hard, hard ground
no need for sight
for those who lie
in this dark night
not to see again
the sun, the light
in hard, hard ground

Yet comes this sound
there is a sigh
like wind in trees
or the faintest cry
of a flock of birds
in a cloudless sky
yet comes this sound

Away I fly

2016 © Lesly Frances Finn

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5 Responsesso far.

  1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    Hi Lesly,
    well-constructed. I like that you’re consistent with the rhyme scheme throughout.

  2. I did answer this, John but it seems to have disappeared into the ether! Thank you.

  3. Thank you for that, John. I was very pleased with it but have not had much feedback on it so your positive comment is so very welcome.

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