Lament of the tombstones
Abandoned and untended, the graveyard laments
Broken and forgotten, lichen embracing its cracks and fissures
the moss-covered graveyard mourns in eerie silence.
As i walked among the dead and mouldering leaves
a lonely withering rose clings to life, determined to live, while
paying homage to the rot and decay of long worm eaten
flesh and bones, now turned and returned to dust
i felt such camaraderie with the moth, lichen and
beautiful comforting weeds which enveloped and cuddled
with the evening primrose, ragworts, black nightshades,
creeping buttercups and thistles, dandelions, fleabanes
goldenrods, white clovers and white pink roses, as they
clasp the lonely ragged stones in fond embrace
as if soothing them from the pain and sorrow
of long abandonment of those who once came
but now nevermore place flowers or trinkets at the shrine
of loved ones now gone and lost in time
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The shadows whisper of those loved ones
who themselves may now be also in a graveyard of their own
I remember a mother once, ponders the voices
who came everyday for many years,
to cry at the shrine of her young lost child
we mourned with her, hoping that in time she would heal
and so allow the young one to rest in peace and quietly sleep
under the starry nights and blue sky of sunny days.
The headstones which still stand, their messages tarnished with the
passages of rain and dew, snow and sunlight sadly read:
"Here lies John, gone but not forgotten".
"Mary Grantham, beloved wife and mother".
"Angelica, only two days in this world. Rest on angel wings".
"You were a tyrant in life, I hope you get what is coming to you".
Wow! That one must have been really bad!
Then:
"Cry not for me, for my life was fully lived and happily I go to my rest"
Completely saved the dreary day.
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Maybe with a bit of sprucing up
The sad, melancholic feel of death and decay
Can be transformed into hope and peaceful rest
For those sleeping beneath faded leaves and broken headstones
And so rekindle the long lost glory, of a forgotten resting place.
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About the Creator
Novel Allen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~~ Rabindranath Tagore~~
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Comments (6)
gorgeous work Novel! So heartfelt!
Emotive work. I particularly loved the beautiful simplicity of these two lines, “but now nevermore place flowers or trinkets at the shrine of loved ones now gone and lost in time”. ☺️👏✨
Or the words from one of his favorite musicals which adorn the base of our son's tombstone: "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
Beautiful. The double loss of the loss of the mourners, the untruth of gone but not forgotten, the perpetual growth, all the same, a wonderful piece.
Very deep and emotional. Love this
I wanna clone myself so many times and give you a standing ovation for this poem! It was so bittersweet, emotional and very deep! I loved it so much!