In Memoriam

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In Memoriam


The gravestones in this place are wet with tears

Of children, wives and husbands who have stood

Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears

Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.

November skies are grey and hold no lights,

The flowers flattened in a winter gale

That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights

To keep hidden behind her mourning veil.


The winter storm washes away the sins

Of those who stand here slowly getting wet

And afterwards sink one too may gins

As they try to reconcile and forget

The brevity of life and how it ends

For all of us - remembered by our friends.



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<Deleted User> (21487)

Thu 4th Apr 2019 20:51

Sadly and hauntingly descriptive - each line a poem in it's self - so beautiful.

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Thu 4th Apr 2019 19:43

I recognize this scenario only too well for comfort Ian. A standard issue setting for the concentration of useless questioning and a bleak acceptance of the human condition. A very effective piece of writing and it's so good to see you on here.


jennifer Malden

Thu 4th Apr 2019 15:56

Beautiful writing - very sad - and the choice of words makes one see and feel the damp grey sadness and melancholy of a graveyard. Liked 'replacing ice water where once flowed blood', especially. Not one unnecessary word.


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