These trees
Speak to me
Of mortality.
Touching old bark
And cold gravestone,
I hark
To the birds
Still heard
By me.
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These trees
Speak to me
Of mortality.
Touching old bark
And cold gravestone,
I hark
To the birds
Still heard
By me.
K Morris - Poet 
This mortality poem speaks to me. You might consider cutting the last line. I think the poem would feel more universal without it.
Many thanks for commenting, Liz. I’m delighted the poem speaks to you. On re-reading my poem this morning, (and prior to having read your comment, the same thought occurred to me. I’ll think more on it and may well cut the last line. Thanks again. Kevin
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Another thoughtful poem, Kevin. It speaks to me, as well as Liz, of mortality, which is never far away.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you like my poem and that it speaks to you.
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Many thanks for kindly sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
So you are still alive! 🙂 xx Michael
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