throwback poem


Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:

Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.

Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
interrupts one's meditation.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-10-25 at 05:28

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I each grave lays stories
As yet untold - unwritten
Ken D.

The dead as meditating? I like that