Life's Last Abyss
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay
soft
ripples
spread gently ...
death's frail surface
trembles with our grief
as each soul we cherish
plunges the gossamer veil ...
the warm arms of peaceful release
await there 'midst the tender darkness
to hold them close in their boundless dreaming.
Written and submitted on May 21, 2020
For the "Etheree" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Sponsor.
( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
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