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A bent knee ...

Cloaked in black nylon, a briny drop from
The smooth cheek, contingent baptism
For a closed hand, it's precious cargo,

Now consecrated by circumstance and
Fate, moments before this it was but
The root-stuff of weeds and worms,

Now the sacred repository for all words
Unsaid, all emotions unspeakable, all
Essences of parting. The earthy symbol

Of a concluded responsibility, elements
Of a soul displaced to the realm obliviate,
Gently fetched from the dark mound beside,

The loamy results of a somber chasm
Gouged from the grass like a war wound,
(Six feet deep). Hand trembling, the

Digits part and loose their dark cargo,
Meager clumps of rich soil tumble their
Way to the grave, bouncing into the

Somber cleft and clinking with little
Thumps on the polished wood vessel
Below, it's fine gold appointments glinting

Like sprites in the chill of mid-day brilliance.
A soft irregular drumming flows up from
The foramen as the soil reaches it's

Adamantine destination, like the sound
His fingers once made on the arm of
His favorite chair ... when impatience

Surged, or his twinkling eye anticipated
The regard of his beloved, her return
Gaze the reply to the soft cadence made,

Their furtive code to the corporeal
Reward to come. Countless such
Remembrances, now only JUST that.

This gentle thrumming made but sad
Sonance, a wordless requiem, final, the
Music of life and love shorn of it's sweet

Melody, divested and sacrificed to a
War half a world away, and a cause
And effort made as meaningless now

As the words just spoken, and the
Tear-stained hand, and the hallowed
Dirt set loose ...

To it's resting place.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 5/27/2017 12:06:00 PM
Greg... I am silent, because this poem is excellent in every way possible. It has this sad, respectful tone in it, your language is impeccable as always. And I love your choise of words. I wish I was a native speaker and had that vocabulary in its entirety, I am just a WEE bit envious :)
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 5/27/2017 7:35:00 PM
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 5/27/2017 7:34:00 PM
Thank you so much, Darren, you are too kind! A large vocabulary is great, but I try not to use "unusual" words for their own sake, but for the sake of rhythm and rhyme and NOT using the same focus words more than one in a piece. I think people who DO use unique or unusual words for the sake of sounding profound or eloquent, often give themselves away, and defeat the purpose by forcing them into places or phrases where they really don't need to be.
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Gregory Richard Barden
Date: 5/27/2017 7:34:00 PM
I HOPE I have gotten to the point where I'm NOT doing that, but I may just be fooling myself, haha! Really happy you liked this one - I was in a very respectful mood when I wrote this, but wasn't sure I'd done the characters any justice.

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