There comes the sound
Of words that were never said
The relentless pealing
Of the funeral bell
Until only the echoes
Are left
© Ann Bagnall

There comes the sound
Of words that were never said
The relentless pealing
Of the funeral bell
Until only the echoes
Are left
© Ann Bagnall
Really love those opening lines!
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Thanks – years ago I wrote some long rambling poems which as a whole were more like a story than poems. When I first started doing micropoetry I would break them apart and edit them to update them – I also found some of the lines that were not able to be used for what I was doing, inspired other shorter pieces, such as a haiku (or two!). So in doing the poetry clips I have started revisiting them and pulling sections out to re-work. It has been great fun!
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