GATHERED HERE
LIVES IN MEMORIAM
LIVE AT THE CREMATORIUM
SHAKING OF HANDS
HEADS HUNG LOW
COFFIN SAFE THE MEMORIES
AS LONG AS WE LIVE ON.
Comments
just my cup of tea ray. a sparse (but deafening) treat
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 10th Feb 2017 07:59
Poets pay the strangest of attentions - minds half wandering into verse land - taking what we see and turning those thoughts and images into words, even during conversations, sometimes constantly. It's a habit hard to break and I wonder what goes through other people's minds - that they don't feel the need to express themselves like this.
Onwards and upwards, for the deceased anyways. Enjoyed your cremruminations. Colin.
Ray, you have said so much here with so few words. I had to read it a few times to get your meaning. Powerful stuff.
Thanks for posting,
Paul
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raypool
Sat 11th Feb 2017 17:18
David: Thanks mate. All good.
Paul: Thanks for reading. I pared it to the bone, I thought it might express the basics of the experience.
Colin: An interesting train of thoughts : I think what happens is a sort of priming of the mind into a certain channel and hard to come out of. We are serial poets are we not?
Stu: Thanks for commenting. I agree ; I think you quite like my shorts.
Cheers all . Ray