I'm not sure if this is finished. I mean, it obviously isn't finished, it's just a first draft that came into my head on the way back from taking photos in Brockley Cemetery... but I'm not sure if it should end where it does, or if it needs more. I had to stop my brain thinking of more in case I forgot it before I could get home and write it down, and by the time I'd put it in my notebook the moment had passed and no more words came. Maybe I just need to return to it, or maybe it just wants to be small. I don't know. Opinions welcome...
he gave me roses in a pot
so that they would stay alive
but even so they died
and now the pot is all I've got
perhaps it is a sign
that love like life is not
forever it will stop.
and we're running out of time
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Feedback is welcome, do not be afraid... As a side-note, however, it is worth mentioning that I don't put what I perceive to be my 'best' work up here, in case I want to submit it to journals or competitions. If for some reason you feel compelled to read more material, feel free to e-mail and I'll send you some.
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