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Urn
"And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves". -Walt Whitman
As ashes drift by overhead
From chimney stack a mile away,
I slowly walk the parapet
That circles marker, stone & grave.
There are no tears belong to me
With all my grief contained within
When soon the coming rain will be.
For now I hold here in my hands
An urn of cradled numb entombed
As empty as are all my sins,
Of phantom ache of phantom womb.
A mounting pall makes all things plain
And gives complexion to the dead
Who pace among the dates & names
To find a mother for my son.
While stillborn thunder's lightning rod
Of blinding flash that now ordains
The sudden pitch of driving rains.
It is for me while lain among
The faery buds & feathered grass
As natural for an urn to spend
Of time eternal till I pass.
As ashes drift by overhead
From chimney stack a mile away,
I slowly walk the parapet
That circles marker, stone & grave.
There are no tears belong to me
With all my grief contained within
When soon the coming rain will be.
For now I hold here in my hands
An urn of cradled numb entombed
As empty as are all my sins,
Of phantom ache of phantom womb.
A mounting pall makes all things plain
And gives complexion to the dead
Who pace among the dates & names
To find a mother for my son.
While stillborn thunder's lightning rod
Of blinding flash that now ordains
The sudden pitch of driving rains.
It is for me while lain among
The faery buds & feathered grass
As natural for an urn to spend
Of time eternal till I pass.
Published 19th Feb 2017
| Edited 28th Apr 2017
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20th Feb 2017 00:46am
20th Feb 2017 3:21am
Beautiful expression, Jade. Those last two stanza were incredibly heart wrenching and gorgeous. Great piece.
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
20th Feb 2017 3:40am
Anonymous
20th Feb 2017 1:55pm
What a beautiful tribute you've written here. By the end of the read I was feeling the burn in the back of the eyes. Head bowed in respect
20th Feb 2017 6:58pm
20th Feb 2017 3:23pm
Jade, this is beautiful. So much pain, honor and love wrapped in your words. Hugs
Willow
Willow
20th Feb 2017 7:02pm
Thank you, sweet Willow, for sharing this, with my welcoming embrace around you.
20th Feb 2017 7:37pm
I wrote an urn poem at one point but this puts it to shame. My favorite lines:
For now I hold here in my hands
An urn of cradled numb entombed
As empty as are all my sins,
Of phantom ache of phantom womb
I'm in awe of this Jade. If this isn't a comp winner I don't know what is.
For now I hold here in my hands
An urn of cradled numb entombed
As empty as are all my sins,
Of phantom ache of phantom womb
I'm in awe of this Jade. If this isn't a comp winner I don't know what is.
20th Feb 2017 11:22pm
These words of share & express are such an honor you give to me, my crowfly friend... with grateful thanks for your recommend,
21st Feb 2017 6:03am
While stillborn thunder's lightning rod
Of blinding flash that now ordains
The sudden pitch of driving rains.
I keep returning to these lines...
What beautiful, heart breaking poetry!
Of blinding flash that now ordains
The sudden pitch of driving rains.
I keep returning to these lines...
What beautiful, heart breaking poetry!
*bows her head, taking in the rain where you are*
Thank you so much, tomcat, for coming in for a read & the express. The mood of rain & words meld appropriately together.
Thank you so much, tomcat, for coming in for a read & the express. The mood of rain & words meld appropriately together.
