deepundergroundpoetry.com

Grey stoned

thank you
my dear

am taking
your grey stones
with me

and gosh
do they weigh heavy!
for when they hit the bottom
it sank

send one more
this way please
need it
for my blank/grey
epitaph

Written by cold_fusion

Published 10th Feb 2018

Author's Note

an old note, dusted. Not relevant to the present times.

All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

likes 4 reading list entries 0

comments 4 reads 505

Commenting Preference:

The author encourages honest critique.

Re. Grey stoned

Amorous_tryst

11th Feb 2018 10:36pm

We compose our own epitaph, it is deciphered from each moment
we live, scribed on the minds of those who surround us, and hopefully
only the good that we do is etched in stone.

We should be so lucky!

Read poems by Amorous_tryst

cold_fusion

12th Feb 2018 9:12am

Yes! we do do that and yes each moment lends something to it.
Some 'moments' as in my earlier scribble 'I am', sometimes, guide the whole of the epitaph.

Indeed. Lucky is the scribbler.

Welcome
is the Poet, The Friend!

Welcome
is the review insightful.

Both, appreciated immensely!