When I try to trap in flimsy words the love for my wife, I die in the words... When I read of the relentless cruelty we call history, I die in the words... When I try to understand, to SEE myself, you, others, I die in the words... When I reach out to God with aged hands and dry lips, I die in the words... When I write poems (or they write me, 'tis the same), I die in the words...I always die in the words

About the Poet:
Nolo Segundo, pen name of L.j. Carber, 76, became a published poet in the past 6 years in nearly 150 literary journals in 12 countries. A trade publisher, Cyberwit.net, has released 3 book length collections:
The Enormity of Existence [2020]; Of Ether and Earth [2021]; and Soul Songs [2022].
Right on Nolo!
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Beautiful.
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Wow, that’s a powerful piece. Resonates with me today. Thank you for sharing Nolo’s words.
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