From Virginia

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From Virginia

 

He sat and watched them

draw from pipes of bone and clay,

eyes closed in peaceful

meditation. Cast in clouds

of bittersweet transcendence.

 

I sat and watched him

turn into a hollow man,

wrapped in shrouds of grey.

His constant, shuddering, barks

cough your epitaph, Raleigh.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Fri 15th Mar 2013 20:33

Oh that damned Walter-
He has a lot to answer for!

Excellent poem.xx

stella jones

Wed 13th Mar 2013 23:33

I really like this if like is the right word..I have golden virginia here..wish I didn't!

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