I was as if drawn by pain,
A disciple of love and a traitor to gain,
I noticed three head stones to relate,
They stood, strong and silence stirred their wait,
The first was marble, hand sculptured line,
It paid homage to two in it's design,
The artist and the wearer of the crown,
Both created glory on this heathen ground,
Below this majesty lay a lonely rose,
Dying, withering, this is knowledge that never knows.
In the centre of these fine stones of the world,
Sat a mellow grey and marble herald,
It stood still strong, but weakened by each year,
For nestled in it's structure grew strength and fear,
At it's foot lay clustered, flowers in a ring,
Some dying, some living to another Spring.
The last soldier, fallen in darkness,
Knelt, broken by this soil of emptiness,
The weather, time, the Sun and the moon had won,
But the victory was noticed but by one,
And around grew flowers in a torrent,
A glorious crowd that heaven sent.
And as these tree eternal stones of mine,
Shall stand against the lord of time,
And I looked towards the skies,
But the Sun closed my eyes.
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This poem seems surreal and dreamlike in some ways. Nicely written
Thank you for your kind comments
You are welcome David
David, this speaks to that strange feeling cemeteries sometimes hold…not just death, but layers of memory, endurance, love, and forgotten stories all sharing the same ground. The poem feels deeply contemplative without losing its emotional core. Excellent piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Exactly right.The idea that people are buried there is something overwhelming.Thanks for your persceptive critique amigo
Well done, David, great read!
Thank you so much
A powerful write. Your poem reflects on the legacies left behind by individuals—those who have lived, loved, and died—and how their stories endure despite the inevitability of death.
Yes indeed.Exactly right.Thanks for your insight compadre
You're so welcome, my friend
I have that experience which came upon me as I visited when able, the family plot. It also was there even in the public cemetery. Of late I haven't had the opportunity what with changes in manner and procedure post 2020. One day I shall make a day trip of it and find that moment again.🙏🕊️
It is always overwhelming for me but thats just me.Thanks for commenting
No worries amigo. 🙏🏻🕊️
A walk in a cemetery always gives rise to contemplation - and it's true that men and events are sometimes forgotten with time - though sometimes the imagination runs riot...
Indeed it can be a scary experience.Thanks for comemnting
Welcome 🤗
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