Regina Mcintosh Poet Free verse

The Cemetery

Gray stones
Marking graves
Roses of white, pink and purple
Clinging to names, faded
Shadowed by oak and elm
Branches stirred
By crisp, cool winds

Names, only names
Left here to memorialize lives
Gone, spirits
Chill bumps rising
Along arms gripping
Lost hopes, the grief
Lonely with dread, darkness
Haunting hearts, souls
With memories

Silhouettes of dead dreams
Still the yearnings
The loss runs deep like
Faith that has embraced
The feelings, the soul,
Waiting for more
Comfort from hurting
Silent, secreted inside
The affection who knows
Love clings to dead
Pieces of a heart
Grief-stricken,
Weeping, mournful
At the cemetery

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Kim Rodrigues April 21, 2022 at 5:05 AM Great description of the grief of the cemetery. My dearest one, Mom, was cremated therefore no grave which has been strange. It makes me see things in a different light. God bless you, dear one!