Sunday, March 11, 2012
Caution... Poetry Ahead!
There is a cemetery I know,
Rarely visited, barely tended.
As I wander amid the mossy stones
I think of those that were loved and then lost.
Here, a Soldier, lost for someone else's Freedom.
There a child, too fragile, too young.
Here a Great-Grandmother- all her offspring, listed as numbers,
As if she wre trying to outdo her neighbors.
And what trgedy befell this family,
Dying together so long ago?
Who wrote this sorrowful verse engraved on this crumbling stone?
Barely legible but with an echo that fills my eyes with tears.
Do others wander as I do?
Not for the history but for this strange feeling of peace that falls so softly.
This quiet pine scented place seems crowded with friendly folk.
Happy to have a visitor.
"Set down and chat a spell.
I'll put the kettle on."
do you think you know me - 1
Blazing anger. The eyes I thought I knew
hold no forgiveness.
My friend, my sister of the heart.
Where did she go?
What did I say to make her leave?
I sit and think.
bereft, bewildered, trying to remember.
Only remembering tears.
I can't defend myself,
Therefore I must be guilty.
do you think you know me -2
Days I sit and wonder.
Nights I search my conscience.
How long do I wait, leaving messages that aren't returned.
Sorrow turns to anger.
Anger turns to apathy.
Finally an apology,
Impersonal email. Vague excuses.
"I'm under stress. I need some space."
I guess I don't know you.
You definitely don't know me.
If you're up for it...I also have a Limerick