Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

Grave Thoughts

The graveyard's vast, the grass was high.
I picked my way amongst the graves
and thought, Like these, I'll some day die.
I scanned the rows of headstones there -
it looked as though no one came near;
I'd come to show at least I care.
So many stones, the names now gone,
anonymous, forgotten, lost...
So can it be the soul lives on?



written 12th October for Constance's Tercet contest: Death

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Jan Allison November 3, 2020 at 2:14 PM Dropping back to say many congrats on your win Jack:-) hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich November 3, 2020 at 1:17 PM yes, they DO live on. I love this, Jack. It's so deep, and different from your usual funny poetry, which I also adore. Congrats. A FAVE

Constance La France November 1, 2020 at 7:40 AM Jack, congratulations on your win in my Tercet Challenge with this excellent write, a FAV for me _Constance

Eve Roper November 1, 2020 at 12:05 AM Congratulations on your win, Jack. Hugs Eve

Newton Ranaweera October 31, 2020 at 2:28 PM Congratulations, Jack, on your win for this piece with vivid imagery!!

Jo Chamberlain October 31, 2020 at 12:03 PM Congratulations on your win. :-) I live to walk through graveyards and read the tomb stones.

Linda Alice Fowler October 31, 2020 at 11:56 AM Provocative Jack. Congratulations on the win! Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen October 31, 2020 at 11:23 AM - Congratulations on your win in the contest, Jack :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Mark Koplin October 31, 2020 at 10:36 AM Congratulations on your win!

Jennifer Proxenos October 18, 2020 at 6:45 AM ABSOLUTELY, I BELIEVE THE SOUL LEAVES A BODY THE MOMENT THAT PERSON DIES, PERHAPS HERE ON EARTH HE WAS NOT KNOWN, BUT GOD KNOWS HIS SOUL AND HAS A SPOT JUST FOR HIM OR HER IN HIS PARADISE. i LOVE YOUR DEEP THINKING MY FRIEND, CLEVER WRITE. HUGS AND BLESSINGS, JENNIFER

Carolyn Devonshire October 12, 2020 at 11:13 AM Wow, I love the chilling story behind this poem. I have the same feelings you described here when I walk through a cemetery. Who lived here? How did they die? etc. I think the hairs on my arms were standing up when I finished reading this. A stellar entry for Constance's contest! Hugs, carolyn

Paul Callus October 12, 2020 at 8:38 AM A dark delivery, Jack. Eventually both must have felt the benefit of release. ~ Regards // pau

Jan Allison October 12, 2020 at 6:28 AM , very vivid imagery, bravo Jack I am more used to your humour but you write dark so well:-) hugs jan xx

Sara Kendrick October 12, 2020 at 6:16 AM Creative work. Way to go for the contest. Reads like a good contender to me. I have read or heard this theme in some movies, books and poems but a little different use of the idea. Thanks for stopping by all my pages. Sara