Poetry

A Story by Christine Peters

What does it matter in any symbolic form?

Unless you can turn it into poetry -

It does not matter at all.

If I am in a First World War trench, then f**k the birds, the sky or the air around me.

I just see horror to tell and without any poetry.

© 2016 Christine Peters

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Added on February 8, 2016
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Author

Christine Peters

Bournemouth, Dorset, United Kingdom

About

I am a female 70 year old. I love to write about 'truth and humour'. Kind of observation comedy scripts. I am published with my writing and cartooning as well. I am English and reside in UK. more..

Writing

I Am Under Attack