#314 of 365 – “two hundred miles”

 “two hundred miles”


so many mountains

breathing and alive


eerie beauty

haunting our drive



pulling through trees like thread


two hundred miles

to say goodbye to the dead




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Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #314 of 365 – “two hundred miles”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Beautifully powerful. Could you share if this is biographical and the details of the drive through the mountains to “say goodbye to the dead.” Is it related to the tragic death of Robin Williams? Just a few words…please?

    • Blackbird says:

      Oh…thanks Ron. No…it’s not about Robin Williams..RIP! It’s about a beloved uncle who just died. And the mountains are the mountains of Pennsylvania…me, my brother and my mother drove up to Uniontown, PA where many of my relatives live. My last two posts #312 and #313 are related to this one. Thanks for the comment.

      • pi314chron says:

        Ah…now I understand. Please accept my condolences in the loss of your uncle. May God strengthen you and all the family during this time of loss. If talking to someone would be of help, my “email” door is always open. (((warm hugs)))

      • Blackbird says:

        Thanks Ron…hugs accepted.

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