He built for her a house of paper,
between low and high tide,
in the line between the sea and the sand.
She took their dead child, carried a spade,
dug into the warm earth his grave,
covered him strongly and planted an oak.
Categories
NMP #5
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 
2 replies on “NMP #5”
I am trounced by mediocrity as I pour through mountains of personal narrative and poetry, your work is a revelation. For the poet, there is poetry in everything written. This would be the case with your writing. From the dark pains, to slander thrown over the fence, coming through the phone, I hear your song, feel your pain. You are a f*cking genius, and I do not use the word lightly. If you are ever interested in writing a guest blog, we would be honored. Thank you for sharing your pain and sadness.
suddendenouement.com
suddendenouement@gmail.com
godspeed jasper kerkau
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I should be delighted. I will contact you.
LikeLike