He said I wrote about death,
by Kim Dower
and I didn't mean to, this was not
Here's the rest of the poem and it ends this way:
I did not mean to write about death,
but rather how when something dies
we remember who we love, and we
die a little too, we who are still breathing,
we who still have the energy to survive.
Good Friday is about death, and love, and surviving. Sunday will be about resurrection, but let's not rush ahead.
Here's Heidi's roundup, which includes a discussion of the Progressive Poem, coming soon. I'll be posting my line on the 17th this year.
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