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Graveyard Solace |
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Scooter Member
since 2012-07-10
Posts 68 |
I walk down this road with a heavy load, A lonesome place, with an unholy grace. Ahead a graveyard stands, with rocks and sand, A resting place 'tis said, among the dead. I seek a bit of calm, a healing balm, 'Tis said the dead heals souls, and that's my goal. I walk among the graves, trying to be brave, But no succor do I feel, nothing to heal. This ancient graveyard, calming grace is barred, Bright moon shows my shadow, 'tis mine I know. The moon seems to speak, saying all is bleak, I feel so alone, something I must atone. Here is where we came, 'ere fortune came to claim, Thoughts of her fill my head, and this poem unread. I want to speak aloud, but my head is bowed, Better things left alone, among these ancient stones. In this place blood was spilt, but not by guilt, We spilt blood for our love, and morning doves. Love died here as well, a lonesome death knell, Why did I return, when 'twas here she spurred? |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Welcome to Passions. I like the dark tinge this poem carries. Why do we return to the places of our spurnings? I don;t know, but it seems we all do it. Mayhap we're trying to disprove a reality that is simply to overbearing for us to face otherwise. When that's where you are, the dead, indeed, are you best consolation. Enjoyed your ponderings. Michael |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Scooter, Welcome to Passions. As Michael shared, one never knows why we keep picking at scabs. Well, he said it better, but I share this sense with you, and perhaps it is because we wonder what would have happened had we turned down "that" road instead of "the other" road. Well done. Please check your email for a Very Special Greeting! "The business of the poet...is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things." Thomas Hardy |
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Scooter Member
since 2012-07-10
Posts 68 |
Thank you Michael and Sunshine. |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Welcome to passions...I look forward to more of your poetry...this poem painted a vary sad vision...Well done...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Welcome to PIP, scooter. Enjoyed your poem, Ms. E |
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Scooter Member
since 2012-07-10
Posts 68 |
Thank you both, Startime and Ms. E for having a pleasant surprise waiting for me this morning, mainly your comments. Thanks a lot. "The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation."-Vladimir Lenin [This message has been edited by Scooter (07-11-2012 07:16 AM).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
This reminds me of a graveyard I visited in Mexico. The feelings. Oh. The graves' sand nearly blown away. Caskets visible here and there. All the sorrow of the past. Thanks for bringing back this memory. The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Scooter Member
since 2012-07-10
Posts 68 |
Hi Rosemary. Appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. "All the sorrow of the past," you said, and you are absolutely correct. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
"Why did I return, when 'twas here she spurred?" Seems to me we often return places not yet resolved. For there, in that place, is much yet to learn. Otherwise we experience grief without growth and our pain has no purpose. Welcome to Pip. Enjoyed your write. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Nice. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Scooter Member
since 2012-07-10
Posts 68 |
I appreciate your remarks, Larry. "The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation."-Vladimir Lenin |
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