Below is the poem entitled A Pause Upon an Evening Walk which was written by poet
Ludden. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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My thoughts are of survival.
The things that were and now forgotten,
seem to claim a patience that the earth imparts—
soft decay to spite the years spent underfoot
and celebrating change with silence,
waiting for the chance to leap
into the memory and chide it
for its crass neglect.
What riches lie within
the old man's wrinkled skin,
his clouded eye,
the phrases almost said
and soon contained
beneath the coffin's lid forever—
their heritage concealed
in that successive line
of dying age to come
and there is earth down there
to hold it all, fecundity awaits the rain
of sorrow that the years came by,
got in the way,
and then were brushed aside.
Here is where I wish to die.
This restless earth contains my peace,
my lofted spirit bourne upon the spring
that wells up from a depth
I never knew in life, a heritage
remembered from some gene within me,
or a misbegotten meme.
Such thoughts, contentious as they seem,
become my friends. They let me wander
through the cemetary, listen to the dead
and smile with them. They know me,
feel my passions, sing my songs of hope.
They congregate, there on my walk
to tell me that they understand. They speak
around me, through me, in my passion;
as their stones decay, they lift my moment
to confirm the stream of love I sense
as I walk where they last lay down,
my family in consciousness,
my holy blood,
my consecrated rest.