The Grave Yard

To form an opinion

Is to

set yourself in stone

Those who knew you

will mark your life

upon stone

 

Stones erected as if they were pushed up through the crust of the earth

Speak of Centuries where the assemblance of family and their dispersements

Hold their mark of transferance 

 

Some living souls stand in remembrance

With sopped cheeks

Carrying the love that penetrated and passed through time

 

Respect for the dead

The height of the mountain they had to climb

To those who dodged the rolling boulders

To those who never saw them coming

To those who slipped between the cracks

To those who found it easier to walk down hill

To those who got lost along the way

To those who sacroficed

To those who found contentment

To those who truely lived

To those who held faith

To those who would not be misguided

To those who soared above the clouds

To those who held a trusted heart

To those who were ready to part 

Praise to those who gave their love to show others the elevater to the top

 

Thanks to the keepers who maintain their memories 

Held in the words upon the stone

 

 

◄ unfoldment

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Comments

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New Shoes

Tue 27th Oct 2020 04:54

Thoughts of the soul that stays behind with their body did cross my mind. Every grave yard should have one.

BOOO!!

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Paul Sayer

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 22:32

Beware the 'Crampon'

He's behind you!

Gripping poem Willow very aptly timed.

It's great to see you post.

Paul.

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New Shoes

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 19:52

Thanks for the comment Keith. I hope life is finding you well.
Peace
willow

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keith jeffries

Mon 19th Oct 2020 08:45

I enjoyed this poem especially the categorisation portrayed. Food for thought.

Thank you for this

Keith

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