The blank eyes’ gaze pierces,
Unflinching,
It stares with cold lament.
Tears, rolling over
and welling up,
Stream
in translucent white—
A crystal riverbed
On marble flesh.
The tears flow down
Chiseled cheeks—
And drip-drop off
Into a puddle below.
Below the face,
Frozen in permanent position,
Praying hands point
Heavenward
Toward a gray, dull,
Shapeless void,
Blocking out
The daylight.
Tombstones
Are lone witnesses
In the somber scene.
As the whole form
Comes into focus,
The rain showers
Down in a billion
Riverbeds
Of sullen
Sorrow.
The gray grass
Pokes through
The mirrored puddle;
Reflections of
The statue’s stoic
Sadness
Are seen by a silent sky.
Only the sound of the rain can be heard.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
January 8, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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It’s almost like I am there! Visited the graveyard in the rain as well as attended an interment also in the rain and once in the snow. But it could also be the features of a graveyard statue in a downpour. Very visually potent. 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
Thank you! Yes, as have I been, both in the snow and the rain. Fun times! 🤣 Thank you so much for your time and feedback, my friend. I am glad you felt the imagery brought you there. Much appreciated! ❤️🙏
Good write T.
Thank you so much, Orchi! Much appreciated! ❤️🙏
Death's sorrow reflected in this poem full of images of it but no mention of it. Nicely done
Thank you, Soren! I am so glad the poem and the imagery delivered, as I spent some time working on that. Your time and analysis are both very much appreciated! ❤️🙏
Aha! C.S. Lewis' white witch Jaedis has been passing through, leaving a veritable graveyard in her cold wake, no Dirgory nor his companion Polly able to break the spell, Tumnus and Lucy but characters in a story since neglected, despite the awful stickiness of--. Which is why we knew twas so. Eloquently rendered with heartbreaking poignancy and exquisite imagery, thank you for sharing.
I love C.S. Lewis and the Chronicles of Narnia. That my poem inspired you to imagine and share that scenario brings a much-needed smile to my face today, Missy. Thank you so much, my friend, for your time and your analysis. Always appreciated! ❤️🙏
A very powerful
and poignant poem
of this graveyard of tears.. 😢
Hauntingly vivid imagery,
a superb read indeed!! 🙏
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you so much, Thad, I am glad that the poem delivered. Your read and your feedback are much appreciated! ❤️🙏
Beautifully penned. The imagery is top notch and I travelled in thought flight to Highgate Cemetery. Much enjoyed Tristen.
You are welcome, Cassie! As a person who loves cemeteries, the older, the better (I find them so peaceful and beautiful), I would love to visit Highgate Cemetery! The next time I am in London, I will be sure to. I am not even sure how I avoided it the last time. I am glad the imagery and the poem delivered and took you there. Thank you so much for your time and thoughts, my friend. Always appreciated! ❤️🙏
It is well worth the visit. I have written about it and may post it here Tristen. Take the guided tour if you go.
I just saw your poem and LOVED IT, Cassie! Glad you decided to share! I will be sure to! Thank you for the recommendation! ❤️🙏
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