MY POETRY BENCH 13/04/201705/08/2020 ~ Che There is a graveyard thence With benches placed all over Where people come a-steady To ponder life and death There is a certain bench Apart from every other Where I sit when poetry Takes clean away my breath. – Che Chidi Chukwumerije. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
How atmospheric – love the photo, love the poem, love the concept, makes the thought of writing poetry take on another whole new spiritual dimension (and you already write beautifully on all things spiritual)…lovely. 🙂 LikeLike Reply
I like to go to the cemetery where my dad is. It’s a 10 minute walk from my house. It is quiet and peaceful and I think well there. LikeLike Reply
💓this! 😊
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Thank you..
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You’re welcome 😊
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How atmospheric – love the photo, love the poem, love the concept, makes the thought of writing poetry take on another whole new spiritual dimension (and you already write beautifully on all things spiritual)…lovely. 🙂
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Thank you, Helen. You are two things: very perceptive and very generous…
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I like to go to the cemetery where my dad is. It’s a 10 minute walk from my house. It is quiet and peaceful and I think well there.
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Very deep.
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