What We Left Unsaid

A poem

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You won’t find many poems here under my name. I am not a poet. Although I am a lover of poetry. But I wrote this some time ago when I had to write a poem for a course. I was initially inspired by the final image in James Joyce’s short story, The Dead, with the snow falling on the gravestones and all over Ireland. I used the images from a cemetery very near us where I sometimes walk the dogs. I then switched the scene…