Under the category of unusual things that I have done in life, here is a brief poem that I wrote while waiting during visiting hours at a funeral many years ago.

Peace

Lost

In a forest of words

I feel

Alone.

 

Saved

By the scent of pine

I weep

No more.

 

Here

On the emerald moss

I lie.

Roses.

 

There

In a crevice of dust

I find

Home.

 

~ Bill Blankschaen

Is there a poem you’ve written that you’d be willing to share — or do you have a favorite poem that spoke to you in a specific moment in life? Feel free to offer comments or interpretations with a comment here.

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