Laura Mckenzie Poet Free verse

Garden of Rock and Stones

As I walk here in this place
Faceless names in an empty space

Seasons brush by without anyone watching
The ticks of the clocks, without anyone taking

Sad memoirs etched on cold stone 
Bodies covered wrapped and all alone
 
Gray bouquets weathered in the wind 
Someone’s Mother 
Someone’s Father sister or brother
 
Somewhere someone weeps for his or her relatives
Loss of sleep 
As the fall leaves sweep 
Over the grave of a spirit now asleep

And the leaves fail with their colors, 
so pale
Over the name with a crackle so stale

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Michael Jordan October 5, 2008 at 11:16 PM Laura this was beautiful - as a child the only memory I had of my mother was the day she drowned and it was my only dream most of my life - All I had of her was a headstone and I used to ride my bike out and take her flowers and trim around her headstone - And as your poem says - clean away the leaves - This poem touched me deeply - God bless

Vince Suzadail Jr. September 29, 2008 at 2:16 PM Each is a life with a story attached. When I visit my in-laws and my mother's graves, I sometimes read the dates on others and wonder. Life itself is a mystery and no one has been able to adequately describe what lies beyond in the second part of our journey. Autumn and cemetaries have a strange connection. Vince

Heidie Buys September 28, 2008 at 7:40 AM Awesome my friend, you capture the season and the season of man so very well in this poem. Love it. Regards Heidie

Deneen White September 25, 2008 at 3:48 PM it's like we know that death is a part of life but yet death still exists and it's hard but jaust one facet of life, sad and painful write, take care D-nyce

James Foulk September 25, 2008 at 11:33 AM yes a chilling piece of fine poetry.

Charles Fuller September 23, 2008 at 1:54 PM Leaves me with a chill...that cool evening wind that blows in the fall. Very nicely done. I always have loved the poetry that emotes the seasons, and gives them a different life than expected. Looking forward toreading more of your poetry. My best, Charlie

Michael Degenhardt September 23, 2008 at 6:55 AM Autumn, the change in the season, can seem like a season of death as the leaves crumple and color fades. Here it seem as if its autumn in a cemetery. Imagery conveys clearly and the feeling is such a sad one, but very well written. Michael

Sharon Winter September 23, 2008 at 5:45 AM Vivid imagery with a mood so so bleak and well captured. A well written reminder of our mortality. A remembrance of personal loss for me. Truly excellent write. Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds September 23, 2008 at 5:26 AM The imagry here is very misty and blue, very sad indeed. beautiful, Laura, love Kristin