“Death”
Silent
was the creeping
dawn as death, in tandem,
sidled in; his visitation
noiseless.
was the creeping
dawn as death, in tandem,
sidled in; his visitation
noiseless.
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"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's. Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.