Wings of a monarch butterfly
erratically flapping against a breeze.
Slimy trail of a snail
leaving ground ooze below the knees.
Clear sky of night has a pristine cosmic
view beyond polluted industrial haze.
Highway clean and clear of litter
alongside pastures' luscious grass to graze.
Bottoms of rivers lakes and creeks
whose rocks you can view with ease.
Air is fresh and clear
nothing but your nose to please.
Gravesides’ loose dirt piled high,
mounds soon packed and dipped.
Breeze flapped laundered sheets hanging tight,
clothespins haven’t slipped.
Pollen packed on a bee’s legs knowing
everything it touches, new life will be creating.
Morning sun always shines brighter
after a night without sedating.
Fire of love burning in someone’s eyes
snuffed out by anothers continual berating.
Flamboyant dress of one, always out-classed
by anothers’ simple black understating.
Outrageous screams of a lunatic,
whose throat someone should grip.
End to his folly magically finishes
once the Valium starts to drip.
Categories:
gravesides, introspection, lifenight, night,
Form: Rhyme
I've seen death far too often
At least in my case
I've seen far too many a sealed coffin
Where I had to turn my face
Stood by too many gravesides
Seen too many tears
Lost too many loved ones,
More than ever in the latest years
Wondered about this thing, "death"
Since I was quite young
Read all the books about it
Confused by every one
From physical decay
To spiritual existence we hope
We need such a belief
If we are to cope
Read of all the different religions
Their different views on death
Where they believe the soul goes
After it's last breath
Can't say I'm any the wiser
Still wonder about it all
And wonder to this day
If I'm ready for God's last call
Categories:
gravesides, death, faith, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse