With, or: Without me

A lanturne

While
living
I can still
contribute my
verse

When
I am
dead, poems
shall be written
still

Arimesa Sangma August 1, 202114:18 Reply

Beautiful
1. ben Alexander August 1, 202119:06 Reply
  
  💖 Thanks, Arimesa 💖
  
  -David
memadtwo August 1, 202104:58 Reply

I don’t think about that so much with my poetry, but I wonder what will become of my art. Perhaps some will outlive me. In any case, people will still be making art–exactly right. There’s comfort in that. (K)
1. ben Alexander August 1, 202109:43 Reply
  
  🙂 The only art I make is poetry… so there’s nothing else for me to wonder about 🙂
  
  ❤
  David
Jeff Flesch August 1, 202102:02 Reply

Lovely, David. ❤️❤️
murisopsis July 31, 202117:21 Reply

Poems inspired by our lives past will be written – though we have no control over those words. We can only control what our hand pens at present.
1. ben Alexander July 31, 202121:20 Reply
  
  💝 That is right, Muri 💝
  
  Thank you,
  David
henhouselady July 31, 202115:34 Reply

A great way of saying life will go on without you. Still, we will miss your verse when you are gone.
1. ben Alexander July 31, 202121:19 Reply
  
  🧡 Exactly so, Molly. 🧡
  
  I don’t plan to go any time soon… but I do think about dying quite a lot.
  
  Yours,
  David