This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
By the Granite
Beloved, whose spirit is dancing at night,
You glitter and glisten and bring me delight--
You never have left me, you dance as a star,
A victim of hatred, a victim of war.
I really like this. It's uncertain what the victim is. Perhaps the granite is symbolic of a stone statue. Or a mountain. Either way-- wow! Much said is small words.
I really like this. It's uncertain what the victim is. Perhaps the granite is symbolic of a stone statue. Or a mountain. Either way-- wow! Much said is small words.
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