The Blooming of the dead
As the sun sets on the horizon
I trudge into a graveyard
To find a coffin lying open
To lure someone into its shrouded darkness
I see an ashen body being carried towards the coffin
Yet another cage to trap his poor soul
A coffinmaker disrupts this funereal procession
Only to cry out loud "This man couldn't even afford to buy a coffin!Bury him in the ground"
And runs away with his coffin
The dead man now nestles
In a cradle of dead leaves and moist earth
As the seed of time blossoms into spring
I return to that land of the living dead
A faded tombstone leads me to his grave
The grave of a man who lived in anonymity and died in obscurity
The human world doesn't remember him
But Earth's memory never fades
Sunbeams radiate from bowers of flowers
Colored deep crimson red
That sprung up from his earthly grave
To stage the Blooming of the dead
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's about hope about lufe and death, human mortality and nature's immortality
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Comments6
an intriguing read
thanks for sharing
Nice to hear from you... I really appreciate your poetry 💕
I love to read poetry aloud, it adds another dimension, and reading this one aloud truly touched my heart and soul. You have truly captured the transient nature of life, death and the mystery of being human. I'm so glad to meet a wonderful new poet, and look forward many poems shared.
Thank you 🥰
I too feel that reading poetry aloud adds another dimension to it.i am glad to hear you liked it 🥰
Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.🙂
The imagery almost suggests a dreamlike state of sleep - KUDOS!
Thank you for appreciating, dear poet😍🥰
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