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:EmailTelegramPinterestPocketTwitterFacebookTumblrLinkedInWhatsAppSkypePrintRedditLike this: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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