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Open Poetry #37

Gravestone Min(e)d

D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2006-03-18 06:40 PM

I stand there as a gravestone of my demise,
Having watched life revolve before my eyes.
The cover of earth leaving an epitaph of stone,
Spirit captured inside the marble grain of time.

Words never again breathing existence in thoughts,
Just haunting the extremity of was a human being.
Blessed with the birth of moving physical properties
To exhibit characters, mentally manipulating change.

De-termination sprouting wings, carrying one’s dreams
That living does not have a predetermined headstone.
One changing time, even after lost words are reviewed,
By others being taught the artistry of communication.

So as the bones have dried up under me in malnutrition,
The flowers glow around the halo of what was a poet.
As others recite, upon the winds, their verses before him,
For he now has the audience of the heavens above him.

Tears shall surely seep into the ground to parch the smile
Polishing from within the weathering stenciled words,
“Here lay a poet claimed by his peers as qualified for”
He believed in the spirit of free speech, healing humanity.”

The weather is bare-naked chilly sending grave shivers.
Goose bumps erosion testing the evolution of time.
I await in silenced whispering winds, for someone said,
“They will come, if you have a headstone built.”

So this headstone awaits the visits of aspiring poets.
Who will elevate themselves way beyond his dream.
To recite before him, as if I was a White House fantasy,
A love of a language from a living loving dictionary.

The Artmosphere of America is in a full bloom verse
That even upon the coldest spot, it warms a soul’s respect
That all humanity can be de-terminated poets by just trying.
Failure after failure walking up the mountain of their potential,
Climbing their own headstone of pride, against all odds.

Note: Does this poem elevate me? Yes it does, but I look ahead of its words to see a mountain still to climb. My gravestone may weather and fall down, but if my words are ever repeated in respect, what is buried beneath it will turn over and smile.

Why did I use a gravestone? One of our greatest fears, deals with death, so I thought I would put one’s purpose into the gravity of its stone. To reflect on what was done and what was lost, to never see the light of humanities illuminating vision. It is the ultimate reflection of what a life is (was) about, and by having the ground revisited in presence or words, one can say they accomplished something, and you can.

D.Lester 03/16/06 ©
De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time.
davelyoung1@hotmail.com

miscellanea
Member Elite

since 2004-06-24

Posts 4060
OH

1 posted 2006-03-18 07:14 PM

such deep thoughts; so much here I would need to read it many more times; think I'll tuck this away for further reading.

miscellanea

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