as
one stone cut
another laid, recorded by
both eye and limb… in
new times roman
chiseled round – the
words
“trace these stones we’ve
walked upon”-
as september claims, now calms my soul
I took one breath – as one could be found
then listened further to the stone
“ write of those here, and those past,
etched in the heart
of blood and land, go now…
raise the dead – call them, Stand!!
with only pen and ink
in hand”…..
bkmackenzie
2010
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sometimes we wish that pen and ink had the power to wake sleeping, forget about dead.
yes trisha – for some it is the pen that changes the soul – words read and pondered become part of us – i believe that is why it is so important to place words on paper always knowing this….bkm
Yes, let’s see what they have to say!
they are speaking and soon i will let you know what they said…bkm
hi friend, thanks for your kind visit, loved your poem….