August 8, 2016 by Rosemerry
We sat in the round
and rubbed our stories
like prayer beads that
but one man let
the world erode him—
so naked, so sacred
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged grief, poem, poetry, story, surrender | 4 Comments
Thank you, it was so beautiful to watch this man, so humbling, so powerful.
I can feel it…..exceptional. Thanks
It was a gift to watch him.
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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer 970-729-1838 wordwoman.com
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