Victor Buhagiar Poet Pantoum

My Resting Place

I felt it not though the chilly wind blew hard, 
How could I feel cold in that deserted graveyard?
The cypress trees were sturdy and tall
Incredible the evergreen did not bend at all.

How could I feel cold in that deserted graveyard?
The tombs were covered with spent leaves,
Incredible the evergreen did not bend at all
No one around, only a robin grieved.

The tombs were covered with spent leaves,
I was a fool not to mark my resting place.
No one around, only a robin grieved.
Shouldn’t there be a picture that showed my face?

I was a fool not to mark my resting place.
I wandered lonely, tombs here and there, no prayers said
Shouldn’t there be a picture that showed my face?
Till I found my resting place, my body completely dead.

I wandered lonely, tombs here and there, no prayers said
The cypress trees were sturdy and tall
Till I found my resting place, my body completely dead.
I felt it not though the chilly wind blew hard,

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Paula Goldsmith June 11, 2022 at 2:21 PM WOW!!! What a creative yet sad Pantoum write. Have a blessed day/weekend writing away..............

Eve Roper May 24, 2022 at 10:51 AM Great sad feelings and imagery , Victor, with great flow for your Pantoum. Hope you are doing WELL. Hugs friend

Harry Horsman May 23, 2022 at 10:18 PM Love your wanderings and ramblings around the graveyard Victor. been there many times.

Andrea Dietrich May 23, 2022 at 1:18 PM wow, this is REALLY cool, Victor. One of best pantoums I have read.

Paghunda Zahid May 23, 2022 at 6:50 AM A ghost in the graveyard ??. End was a bit surprising. I liked it. Well Penned. Blessings

Connie Marcum Wong May 23, 2022 at 6:27 AM I really enjoy going through graveyards with ancient stones especially when there are pictures of the one buried there. You can tell a lot from a photo. A great pantoum you have written. Blessings xxoo

Kim Rodrigues May 22, 2022 at 3:20 PM Excellent writing about a ghost in the graveyard. No one is there but the resting place is found. It would be sad to wander the cemetery with no prayers said. God bless ~ Kim

Linda Milgate May 22, 2022 at 12:09 PM As a child I was interested in cemeteries near where my mother went to play Bridge and I wandered around outside. There is a sense of the lives of those that left a phrase or two on the graves, and the trees seem to talk as you wander. I was really struck by how lovely you wrote about the sense one can feel when roaming a beautful and old cemetary.

Evelyn Judy Buehler May 21, 2022 at 10:48 AM Victor, you have written a marvelous pantoum, capturing the peace, serenity and also the loneliness of a cemetery. I enjoyed reading this today, Evelyn

Sotto Poet May 21, 2022 at 4:21 AM What a magnificent poem, Victor, roaming in the world of the silence and the dead. I hope that you have a very long and healthy life ahead of you, my dear buddy. A new pantoum on the subject was written by me since, like you, I find myself thinking about graveyards very frequently lately. The quietness that prevails there is perplexing to me. You did a terrific job writing with such form and subject.

Charles Messina May 21, 2022 at 4:03 AM Sounds like a perfect resting place. Nice job on this form. Hope you are well...

Delice Arleen Skelly May 21, 2022 at 1:44 AM Such an atmosphere in graveyards, almost tangible..and withered flowers are a sad sight. Difficult form to write..Well done Victor.....

Sara Kendrick May 20, 2022 at 12:05 PM A very good Pantoum. They are not that easy to write but yours is seamless. Way to go. Thanks for the visit to my page. I have finished my work entitled Orphan if you care to see how it ends. Sara

Paulette Calasibetta May 20, 2022 at 7:58 AM Victor a beautifully written Pantoum with the grace and peace that a cemetery holds. I enjoy roaming through old cemeteries, to feel the serenity and know beneath my feet lie stories of a lifetime. :)Paulette

Alexis Y. May 20, 2022 at 5:15 AM Hi Victor, You composed a well-written piece. I, for one don’t think much of cemeteries. Maybe because I watch too many scary movies as a kid. But I get someone can view a cemetery as a peaceful place. Well done. Have a nice day-Alexis

Vijay Pandit May 20, 2022 at 4:35 AM Wandering in realm of the silent and departed--you paint that environment perfectly Victor.

Valsa George May 20, 2022 at 4:02 AM I too think of cemeteries very often these days. To me the silence there is bewildering.... For me Pantoum is hard to handle.... But you have done it with such ease and grace, Victor! Victor Buhagiar May 20, 2022 at 4:07 AM see my soup mail

Jan Allison May 20, 2022 at 2:20 AM I enjoy the peacefulness in cemeteries, only the birds singing, well written Victor, hugs Jan xx

Tom Cunningham May 20, 2022 at 1:50 AM I find them very peaceful, not a sound anywhere. You composed this well in a form I struggle with. Tom

Unseeking Seeker May 20, 2022 at 1:43 AM Ah! The ghost who walks … literally

Deb M May 20, 2022 at 1:07 AM Wow Victor what an amazing poem….which I didn’t want to end! I enjoy cemeteries especially really old ones…..peaceful with so many stories to tell! This poem really captivated me Victor! Debx