Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Elegy

Tainted Depths

Sour ground ... 
burial lots, where the worms defile
Tear moistened dirt
hardened by fretting hearts,
fearful of the pulse pendulum clock

Time moves mournfully on a crooked drop,
six-feet motion of tainted tick-tock
The skeleton key
can’t open casket thoughts 
bound by 
an unrepentant lock

Half-life decay of terminal haste
has an unsweetened
paper taste — 
Rectangular sawdust placed in toxic space,
as gravedigger eyes spark
an undertaker gaze
A mushroom cloudy view into
the catacomb maze

Everyone must darkly go 
on this nether journey;
tho’ some will choose to make
an urn-stipulated,
vain crematorium flee

Letting their ashes of demise
boast a false victory


4-24-21

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Lisa Ricci May 12, 2021 at 3:16 AM Good Morning Freddie - It has been a long time since I've visited your page and work however you have a way with words that deliver a message thoughts and life ponderings and it is evident here in your entry. Thank you for sharing with us. May this day find you well.

Harry Horsman May 5, 2021 at 9:52 PM Powerful poetry, Freddie, so poetic and brings to light another aspect of the graveyard.

Kim Rodrigues April 24, 2021 at 7:17 PM Great write, Freddie! Fantastic metaphors froth with feeling.

L Milton Hankins April 24, 2021 at 6:41 PM Interesting write, Freddie. I enjoyed it. It was a bit gloomy though, considering my wife's ashes reside in a nice cherry box at the end of my bed. Thanks for sharing.