A Funeral in Winter

for MG

Early darkness ; as oil we drip on tarmac.

A gathering in black, fallen from the sky. 

With lemon faces we shadow the next.

Tears empty and clear ; cutting out the jabber

still alive, drifting over cobbles. Arms alongside

too distant and too close ; much too close.

The crows have sent us back into rain;

a brass abide breaks the ring, a space

we stare into ; is that all ?

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

Strong imagery with good impact to it, excellent creating.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

i love your imagery- it clearly invokes feelings and physical impressions of darkness at the same time

[Tina Kline]

You did an outstanding job on creating this poem. Very descriptive. You've captured the bleak and somber mood of funerals.

[Coyote Song]

Very impressive write. Funerals so somber, so painful, tears endlessly shed. It only
seems that is all for a little while.

[Claire Twinn]

Funerals are such bleak affairs- 'is that all' is so exactly what I have felt at them. Well told!

[Emily B]

sometimes i wonder if poets are born or made . . .

some folks just have such a gift, that it seems inherent to their person, like brown eyes or blonde hair

[Valentine]

No..it isn't all..but it has to do..life is for the living..no matter how deep the pain is..Valentine

[Eve]

man, this is beautiful, albeit tinged with sadness, at one time I prayed for rain now I just wish a little sun would shine.

[An owl on the moon]

You made me consider not simply a moment but every moment... all we share in life... and death... holding on and letting go... For those left behind we must consider what lies ahead for us. So poignant.