In Memory
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iron gates -
swing open on rusty hinges
the day cold and windy
the cemetery vast
with rows and rows
of headstones
and massive stone crypts
the statues
weathered beautiful -
O, there is a beauty to behold
as trees bend in prayer
and all the roads cross
rough and cracked uneven with ruts
leaves brittle orange, brown and red crunching
beneath my meandering feet-
there are inscriptions too many to fathom
and creatures scurry birds sing songs
a trickling pond amongst the tombs
there are whispers do you hear them ?
a gnarled tree protects your rest
as a breeze tangles my long hair
and takes my tears -
O, such fathomless love has been lost
your memories
like daggers to my heart plunging
over and over again -
O, repose, repose and I
who forever weeps
will never forget never forget
now, I place a kiss
upon a wilted red rose and leave you
in peace . . .
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July 01, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/in memory
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1470-909-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/03/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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