Laura Hassell Poet Free verse

Cemetery

Stones are carved 
Shaped into endless hills upon hills
The narrow pathways divide and
Wind like veins
Emptied of blood 

There are no trees
No life that springs from happy soils
Except memories clung desperately to loved ones
Else they are forgotten

Who are we but our memories?
Without them we are a nameless grave

We will all end here.

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Ajith Fredjeev May 23, 2011 at 2:13 AM Nice depth in the poetry.Sort of a mystical claim. Fredjeev

Carol Sunshine Brown May 17, 2011 at 11:19 AM I am so pleased to have had the pleasure to read your wonderful poetry this afternoon Laura. Thank you for sharing it with us. Hoping you have a week filled with inspiration. Love, Carol

Poet Tacito May 17, 2011 at 6:58 AM Aiming to leave a legacy that few may ever remember. Deep. Excellent!

Gail Smith May 17, 2011 at 4:07 AM nice poem it gave me emotion

Zzzzz Zzzzz May 17, 2011 at 3:38 AM Sad but true. Most of us will fade into obscurity when our families have also gone.