Untitled (Grim - November 22, 2023)

The raven sings loud,
Very, very loud,
"Kaw Kawr!", It sang,
Pouring its heart out.

The tombstone, solemn,
So, so solemn,
Nothing, it lay,
Pouring nothing out.

A man stands in silence,
Pitch dark silence,
And suddenly he cries,
Pouring his heart out.

- Stu. T.H. (November 22, 2023)

Author's Note

*Literary notes: "The" would give off the vibes of how the object following the article is the object of our supposed attention, while "A" gives off the vibes that it is not, making the ovject following the article seems more unidentifiable, painting a hazy figure which could be anyone, or no one at all... Ehe~☆

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I associate big black birds at cemeteries and windy cool afternoons never sunny days

As. A very young child on sundays probably once a month on those cold grey afternoons our large family visited cemetery to see or tend to our passed on relatives
I used to run and look at all the graves infatuation with the smaller ones my size or a bit bigger
Seeing cemeteries at such a young age felt normal I knew from a young age that’s where our body would go
We stopped visiting cemeteries as suddenly as it started after five years or so
These days I don’t go unless there’s a family funeral
I don’t visit the dead in between funerals at all
But as I look back on those visits years ago I feel it was a spiritual awakening at age three to 8 for me running looking at the graves feeling sad for the little souls
I loved your poem it triggered off these memories from my childhood and I thank you greatly

[Stu. T.H.]

I suppose there are mainly two ways to see cementeries.
One, we see them with a sense of spiritual and emotional contentment towards life. At least the souls of the dead have a place to rest and be comforted by occasional visits by the living.
Two, when we grow older, we may have experienced the extremities of emotions, grievances and sorrows of losses often weight our minds with unpleasant desires.
Cementeries can be the house of the dead where they rest, or the constant reminders of our losses. Both are true, and... I suppose to each of their own would have a different opinion and feeling on what comes next.
Thank you for paying a visit to my work, author Julie McCarthy!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks
Yes death comes to us all
I think once we accept our own mortality it’s easier to understand life