As I stand at the graveside
of an unknown poet
overgrown are the weeds
a tombstone with nothing written
I indulge deeply into my own reflections
and imaginings
just why doesn't this poet who lays beyond
the surface of this tomb have a name?
diving deep into the abyss of my mind
dwelling on my own beliefs and reflections
on why, some souls are just lost?
and maybe weren't supposed to have lived on earth?
lost human souls without peace within
roaming the world trying to find themselves
unconscious, if you will
never resting, yet never waking
from their darkened living
I often ponder on why
there are so many lost souls roaming the streets?
I see them, grey without glow
just a circle of darkness surrounding them
a coldness quite indescribable
but if I could describe it
I would say almost like a magnificent crystal sharp chill
but like I say, it's hard to describe
so here I stand beside the grave
of an unknown poet
and I think of how he or she possibly lived?
and how they may have died amongst the Ravens?
and my finale and my last thoughts came to mind
maybe they weren't lost at all?
maybe in the end, we are all…
unknown poets?
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Teddy.15 (
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This poem Teddy has the feel of not only mystery and darkness. It calls out and feels special in hidden and lost history. The wording was special itself and worked to build the meaning of the poem. The metaphor of the nameless tombstone is perfect. Most lovely. Loved it
Thank you so much my dear sorrenbarrett such a lovely review, I corrected tombstone as I wasn't sure if it was one word and you confirmed it for me most graciously. Thank you so much dear friend. πΉ Maybe this evening I'm stuck in James Joyce π€£
Most welcome. James Joyce you are diving deep.
Charmed lol πΉ
Dark but beautiful, Teddy.
Thank you dearest Jerry. πΉ
And one day we shall all adorn graveyards... I was so moved visiting gravestone markers for BashΕ and Tagore... among others... ππ»ποΈ
Thank you so much dear arqios inevitably we will my friend. πΉ
And so I find a strange connection of visiting othersβ graves as I wonβt see my own ππͺ¦
Profound insights from a profoundly insightful poet! A must fave, imho! Love this, my dear friend and poet! πΉπ Love all of your Raven poems, but this stands as one of the most exquisite. I am forever in awe, Teddy.
Thank you so much dear Tristan, most humbled by your kindness. πΉ I too am incredibly fond of my Raven collection. From darkness to light my friend. π
Amen. And so am I incredibly fond of your Raven collection. Indeed, from darkness to light! ππ¦ββ¬
Wonderful words Teddy in a tribute to all lost poets.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, sending loads of hugs to you and Mary. πΉ
Amen, Teddy. What a very thoughtful poem. We are all obscure poets, even those whose names we can recall are but dust in the wind. The "lost souls" of the streets multiplying and nothing gets done to help them and to solve the root causes (poverty? idleness? migration? alcohol or drugs? etc.) Too many to list. But, as to the lost souls of poetry, we are all here and lucky to have support from others. Loved this write. - Phil A.
You nailed my thoughts,
solve the root causes (poverty? idleness? migration? alcohol or drugs? etc.) Too many to list, amen to you dearest Phil, humbled that you have been inspired to jump into my mind, what a world we do all float in. Thank you dear friend. πΉ
Tremendous. Poignant work. Great job, sweet Teddy.
Thank you dearest Thomas πΉ
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