this doesn’t mean anything
I hate strange poems
especially those that pretend
they dont mean anything
In summer she made snowpeople
I had to save the cardboard tubes
from toilet rolls
she saved the cotton wool
from inside the neck
of the aspirin bottles
someone wrote a strange poem
about her I refused to read it
it didn’t mean anything
after she died and it took a while
that winter she was cremated
I built a snowperson in the field
spread her ashes around it
waited a month for it to melt
that didn’t mean anything either
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I love Jim Bennett’s poetry – including strange ones!
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I love the quietness of this poem. Well done.
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