Diane Lefebvre Poet Elegy

A Walk Among the Gravestones

When walking through a graveyard in among the many stones;
I’m told beneath the path I tread, lies rotting flesh and bone.

But I refuse to dwell upon what death and time have done:
Instead I choose to speak out loud, "To me your still someone".

Then I might introduce myself and ask him of his fate. 
Were the years on earth allotted him, full of love, or seething hate?

He comes alive there in my eyes, but only he can tell;
If he found his place in Heaven, or he now resides in Hell.

At least for these few moments; he can now exist again.
Had our paths once crossed in another time; I might have
been his friend. 

But I must let him rest once more, for it's time for me to go:
Back to the land of 'here and now', that he left so long ago.

This now rescinds those few moments, he became alive for me.
Not rot and bone, decayed, alone, but from his grave set free.

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Hannington Mumo April 23, 2015 at 7:31 AM I'm profoundly moved by your choice of theme and how you expertly explore it. The words are free-flowing and unforced. I always say this and I'll say it again: one is either a poet or not. There's no middle ground. Diane, you are a poet, and you have my 7+++, and my entire respect... Diane Lefebvre April 23, 2015 at 3:05 PM Thank you so much for your generous comments, Hannington. I try to write with clarity, so that the reader can understand what they are reading and therefore, do not perhaps use as many adjectives as some others. Rhyme itself comes very easy to me and always has. Prose, not so much. Rhyming dictionaries do not seem to help me out much, but I always keep a Thesaurus handy. Best regards, Diane L.

Diane Lefebvre April 21, 2015 at 7:09 PM Hi Lindsay, Death is the great equalizer, don't you agree? Still, when I stand upon an unknown's grave; I cannot help but wonder about them: their hopes and dreams, etc. Maudelin of me, I guess, but for a brief minute they once again exist. Thanks for the comments. Best regards. Diane L.

Lindsay Laurie April 20, 2015 at 8:57 PM G'day Diane... another easy reading poem from you Diane. Yes, being amongst headstones, it does make us think about the history we have never heard about - Lindsay Diane Lefebvre April 23, 2015 at 2:50 PM Hi Lindsay, Death is the great equalizer, don't you agree? Still, when I stand upon an unknown's grave; I cannot help but wonder about them: their hopes and dreams, etc. Maudlin of me, I guess, but for a brief minute they once again exist. Thanks for the comments. Best regards. Diane L.