the send-off

the fragrance of flowers 

gently touched 

by the cemetery breeze

celebrate the silence 

of life being released


the colors of nature

gather around 

that piece of earth

cradling every moment

of time since birth


dark figures fade out

with memories 

replaying in their heads

as the day ends, yet again

death is fed


coffee and me ►


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 6th Apr 2020 15:38

IMO - a touch of splendour in thoughts beautifully considered and words artfully expressed.


Mon 6th Apr 2020 14:57

A difficult one to talk about but very well put. ?

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Ruth O'Reilly

Mon 6th Apr 2020 13:41

A fantastically appropriate piece for these times we are all currently going through Nitya. I like the way you've arranged this poem. It's an insightful contemplation of nature & fragility of life.

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