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Ode to Tombstones
Wooden crosses staked in rows
Weeping in the pulse of time
Most of it, much alive
The daisies are blooming
Watered by grieving tears
Carved rocks of marble
Freshly engraved for all to see
Others older, hidden, eroding…
Begging to be read
As if to say:
“I’m not dead yet.”
Wandering inside these gates of names
Beside hundreds of bodies
Thousands of stories silenced by dirt
Some told many times
Others hardly known…
And far too many, never told
This reality, haunts me the most
I graze the letters on their tombstones
Trace each little crack and line
Smiling down, I touch the ground
As if to say:
“Go on, I’m listening.”
Weeping in the pulse of time
Most of it, much alive
The daisies are blooming
Watered by grieving tears
Carved rocks of marble
Freshly engraved for all to see
Others older, hidden, eroding…
Begging to be read
As if to say:
“I’m not dead yet.”
Wandering inside these gates of names
Beside hundreds of bodies
Thousands of stories silenced by dirt
Some told many times
Others hardly known…
And far too many, never told
This reality, haunts me the most
I graze the letters on their tombstones
Trace each little crack and line
Smiling down, I touch the ground
As if to say:
“Go on, I’m listening.”
Published 27th Aug 2021
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28th Aug 2021 5:02am
Dear TF,
Death as the biggest mystery of life is sometimes too much to grasp but visiting a graveyard and listening for the whispered stories untold is very interesting subject. I liked your third stanza and its closing line. You’ve captured the sadness and loneliness of stilled voices in this write wonderfully. H🌷
Death as the biggest mystery of life is sometimes too much to grasp but visiting a graveyard and listening for the whispered stories untold is very interesting subject. I liked your third stanza and its closing line. You’ve captured the sadness and loneliness of stilled voices in this write wonderfully. H🌷
28th Aug 2021 6:51am
Fuck, very thought provoking
My great realised in one poem....
(Sorry for the swearing, just couldn't hold it back).....
Great ink,
I'm taking this one home
My great realised in one poem....
(Sorry for the swearing, just couldn't hold it back).....
Great ink,
I'm taking this one home
