the war is over
and it took you from me
i'll walk the blood-marked grounds
asking how to be
i'll plant an oak for you
to make myself feel
like you exist somewhere in this world
still
and not just in my memory
a restless dream.
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10.3.24 (opublikowany 19.3.24)
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more metaphoric poems come out few and far between. i simply hate being unclear. but then, on the other hand, the above kind is more emotive and THAT is what i value in poetry (or non-dry/educational writing in general): how it can add to dry explanations by making one FEEL them. those kinds of poems/etc are my favourite.
the first two lines are kinda irrelevant. they're the feeling that inspired the rest. but the actual, grief-related value is in the lines from 3rd or 4th to the last. how humans try to immortalize what they love. carry ashes in a pendant, and so on. we're so funny and silly
for no apparent reason. enjoy ✌️
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