Forgotten Old Headstones
A lattice of vines covers this resting place
Some headstones fallen, lying in the grass,
That I drift back into hedges of t i m e,
Where markers seem to hum life’s stories.
This quiet glade, an archive on a ridge,
keeps secrets untold where stones are marked~
As a cloak of vines protects all those gone by
remembered not by any living heart.
I wonder if those reposed could share their tales
Before crumbling away as nameless dust;
Their sorrowful mysteries so hidden
Entwined now, with the vines’ languishing blooms.
To leave this place ~ where silent souls abide
Is to be aware of my unknown days,
For when, in dimming light, inscriptions crack
Will I be forgotten, like these old headstones?
------------------------
Overgrown With Vines Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings 10/3/2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
