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the cemetery is still this Autumn day
as rain falls like kisses of love on my cheeks
to mingle with my tears . . .
memories have shook the ocean of my sleep
so, I have come to this stone garden
that is beautiful and forlorn
all is leaf-strewn with hundreds of hues
as I walk the winding path . . .
I am sinking into the atmosphere (into a trance)
the day old flower I carry is wilted
and I touch it's still smooth decaying petals
why must it die so quickly . . .
like my child who did not even gasp one breath
oh, I am lost in a sea of headstones
some faded and broken, some with dried out flowers
oh, the love I had for my husband
was a promise between us like a delicate bloom
now, he is a name engraved in stone
and the tattered pages of my life flutter
as I go deeper into my grief and trance
oh, sister your death in childhood has left
a scar on the roadmap of my life
and the drum of time rolled on
death took my brother (who says peacekeepers don't die)
my father, then mother
and grandma . . . (why I have screamed to the sky)
now, I notice there are sounds
hidden birds are singing in the trees, chirp chirping
and squirrels and chipmunks are scurrying in the leaves
and as I gaze at the family tomb
I imagine my own name engraved there
(there is a space beneath my baby reserved)
for we are all just shadows on the wall of time
we have a time determined on this earth
like an hourglass our existence ticks away
above me huge grey rain clouds hang
and the leaves beneath my feet are wet, so wet
the family tomb is dark from the rain
as it washes away the cemetery dust
but nothing can wash away my grief and sorrow
it is part of who I am now
and bleeds from every word I pen . . .
my mother used to say I had the saddest eyes
my grandma said to look into my eyes
would shatter your heart
death is a guest who comes unbidden
and leaves your life stained forevermore
I accept all my memories- the sweet and the sad
slowly, I retrace my steps down the winding road
and when I go through the ornate gate
I am aware of the world again, the traffic, the city sounds
and the trance lifts . . .
"drink from the blue cup of life and live well each moment"
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November 1, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Trance
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1299-552-01
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the standard contest, Ambedo
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 11/4/20
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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