by Bill Yarrow
You died from a bad heart.I never thought your heart was bad.It had always treated me well.
This poem appeared in Exact Change Only
Hmmm...
I like this.
Good thought/realization.
Love the simplicity of such a poignant moment. Beautiful.
Good and lean. Nicely done, Bill. *
Thanks for commenting, Roger, Susan, and Sam.
A lot said in a few lines.*
Been there, not looking forward to returning.
*
Makes a lot of sense. *
A very fine micropoem.
Appreciate your comments and support of this unapologetically declarative, diminutive piece, Amanda, Matt, Jake, and Gary.
Perfect and kind.
Yup.
A kind eulogy.*
Thank you, Pia, Steven, and Gary.
Difficult for me to fully like yesterday, yet today all better. Fine demonstration in aphoristic eulogy. I wrote mine last night about two nights before the heart burst its strings. *
A well written and kind sentiment. *
Sparse and complete. *
That'll do, Bill. Big wow for something so short *
Thank you, Ann, Brenda, Beate, and Foster.
Simple and sweet. Very cool!
Thanks, Darryl!
Hmmm...
I like this.
Good thought/realization.
Love the simplicity of such a poignant moment. Beautiful.
Good and lean. Nicely done, Bill. *
Thanks for commenting, Roger, Susan, and Sam.
A lot said in a few lines.*
Been there, not looking forward to returning.
*
Makes a lot of sense. *
A very fine micropoem.
Appreciate your comments and support of this unapologetically declarative, diminutive piece, Amanda, Matt, Jake, and Gary.
Perfect and kind.
Yup.
A kind eulogy.*
Thank you, Pia, Steven, and Gary.
Difficult for me to fully like yesterday, yet today all better. Fine demonstration in aphoristic eulogy. I wrote mine last night about two nights before the heart burst its strings. *
A well written and kind sentiment. *
Sparse and complete. *
That'll do, Bill. Big wow for something so short *
Thank you, Ann, Brenda, Beate, and Foster.
Simple and sweet. Very cool!
Thanks, Darryl!