For All I Know...

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I''ve said hello

To those I pass,

But none can do the same.  

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And though I know

We're a different class,

To each I cannot blame.  

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Perhaps today

I'll run into

A father and his son.  

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Before I stray,

I'll first imbue

"Good morning," just for fun.  

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You see, although

Each quiet folk

Declined the greet I gave,  

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For all I know,

They've always spoke

In whispers, from their grave.  

Author's Note

I take a short-cut through a cemetery on the next block when I go to the store.
Sometimes I'll veer off past different plots.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

It's a question I've never pondered. Do the dead converse from grave to grave? If they do, does some irascible soul occasionally snarl, "Speak up, d****t!"?

[Relic]

haha, I'm sure I've thought that a time or two as i walked through. Thanks John. :))

[Beccy]

'For all I know,' yes, so true.

The physical body only has so long a span; the spirit remains, so I have no doubt those 'whispers' are for real.

Really liked this.

Beccy.

[Relic]

Thank you for the comment, Beccy. I believe you're right. :)

[Abhilash Hegde]

For most part, I thought may be someone is quiet or shy to return back a hello. Which does happen quite sometimes with me. But indeed, no one knows what stories the fallen folks hold in their hearts and graves. I read the poem again and could see the layers of thoughts here. Some undone deeds, forgotten hello, an unfulfilled desire, a longing memory, never know, what the dear heart holds beneath the earth. Took me on different plane of thoughts and loved reading this one. Very well done and beautifully written. Thanks Relic!

[Relic]

Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Abhilash. Much appreciated. :)

[Abhilash Hegde]

You're very welcome.

[Betty Hermelee]

a lovingly haunting piece, where kindness meets silence....i love wandering around cemeteries and reading all the kind words people scribe to their loved ones....i guess we feel their which is a bit haunting...
lovely poem
Warmly, B

[Relic]

Thank you so much, Betty. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome
Warmly, B

[Vol]

Relic
Human's have been around for long enough to have spread onto every continent, and live there long enough to plant their stories under the mountains, trees, and plains, but we never know their stories... Will anyone know ours?
Vol

[Relic]

If we're on Writers cafe they might. :) Your comment is so true though. There are hundreds of stories in cemeteries that will never be heard.
Thank you Vol, your comments are always appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

I also visit old graveyards and spend time pondering on those who have departed. A sensitive write, that touches this reader. Nicely conveyed lines.

Chris

[Relic]

Your comments are always appreciated, Chris. Thanks. :)

[Lonely Bunny]

A feeling that touched my heart. Thank you for writing this, Relic.

[Relic]

You're very kind, thank you.

[Thomas W Case]

Perfectly done. Superb work.

[Relic]

Thank you, Thomas. :)

[Poetic Beauty]

The dead tell no tales unless we are seeing them in dreams. I love this write especially the end

[Relic]

Thanks so much, PB. :)

[AYVID N]

The dead cannot speak and yet, who knows....
I always find graveyards so fascinating and as in this beautiful poem, muse about what could be going on with them. To me they're just in another realm, perhaps, speaking in ways we cannot understand.
I loved this poem, Relic. It was so soothing....

[Relic]

Thanks for your kind comment, Divya. :)