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Funeral poem |
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BobbyBoy Junior Member
since 2007-08-22
Posts 21West Yorkshire |
Time the Dealer—Funeral stance The mortal shake of fates firm hand Draws me to another land… I’ve seen the dawn for the first time I’ve heard the sound of nature’s growl Coldness bites the fairest faces; The black clothes echo nature’s graces… Dirt beneath a funeral tred, Reveals the secrets that Mother’s kept. Cry to the morning, Cried to the sky, Crying to family members who never seem to call I face the trench and face the sky, The starkest truth it leads to Why? We stand in tow and throw a rose, a gesture that we won’t let go But as time ticks on-Will faces fade? As the shovels start, Is it all for show? The mortal shake of fates firm hand For once- just a mere second, shows its plan… I’ve seen that pain and grief and woe are tied to seasons, People’s growth. A work in progress We stand in toe, A gesture that we won’t and can’t let go, As time ticks on I see their faces, in time to come so will my own remains… My face and their faces will become one and the same For *Once, a mere second, higher nature reveals its plan… Love in the process is the point not the end result |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Welcome to PiP, BobbyBoy, excellent first post! These lines make me anxious to read more of your work: "The mortal shake of fates firm hand" "Coldness bites the fairest faces" "Love in the process is the point not the end result" |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Welcome BobbyBoy! loved this first post and look forward to reading more. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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BrittanyJ Member
since 2007-06-03
Posts 461Come find me? |
"But as time ticks on-Will faces fade?" Welcome to pip! And i really loved this line. Nicely done. So no more hiding all your pain, you deserve a new start. That's why i'm closing myself away, this is a message from your heart. |
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BobbyBoy Junior Member
since 2007-08-22
Posts 21West Yorkshire |
Thank you for your kind words, this is the first poem I ever have written about my grand ma's funeral. I wrote it on impulse and have never revised it. Thanks for taking the time to read it. |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
It reminded me of W. H. Auden. Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. Loved it, reminded me of my Aunts funeral. |
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