Summer has draped my view
of the cemetery
with a green curtain
just glimpses, now, of the other side
through the thick lush foliage
a stark contrast
level, hard gray stones
dotting a smooth, round grassy hill
rising up to the horizon
divided from the sky
separate, distinct
all seen through a verdant veil
and shaded by life
of the cemetery
with a green curtain
just glimpses, now, of the other side
through the thick lush foliage
a stark contrast
level, hard gray stones
dotting a smooth, round grassy hill
rising up to the horizon
divided from the sky
separate, distinct
all seen through a verdant veil
and shaded by life
3 comments:
Hmmm... always-always
great writing, here, Kayleigh!
i'm a huge fan of old, old cemeteries.
connecting the stories.
hand to mouth when i realize who went when and try to figure out how, and why.
but all the sadness becomes appreciation
by the time i bike outa there...
i get to twist a throttle
and they no longer can.
and for that, i am grateful.
peace & love, my friend~
Chuck
This is a beautiful poem filled with imagery and textures I can almost touch.
Great, great work!!
Chuck, I love cemeteries too, always have. I grew up near a small one and spent much time there, wandering around and imagining the life stories of those that rested within. Now there's a place where I park and write sometimes that overlooks one. I always manage to find great inspiration there. Speaking of which, your gratitude is inspiring, yes, that's a great way to think of it :)
Mervat, thank you so much...yes, textures, you know, I have to admit I hadn't even noticed so much as I wrote...but there they are :) Quite observant!
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