Cradle to the grave
Live and die by pretty lies
the cradle will fall
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in BookClub
Comments (5)
Ah the cradle always falls! Loved your Haiku!
I mean, who hangs a cradle in a treetop anyway? Surely a lower branch makes more sense & that the cradle would be something you could easily reach into from the ground. Maybe if you lived in a tree house. But even then.... Love the poem, btw.
Hard-hitting as always. Kelli! Love it!
Sadly beautiful. xx
Whole life in just 3 lines, oh my god well and wisely written, really loved them😊♥️