A Black Blur

We were the first to arrive at my uncle's funeral. More and more friends and family members arived, sheilding our eyes from the graveyard around.

As the guests arrive,

The space becomes more and more crowded.

People are circling around each other

In a very slow dance.

They’re laughing with teary eyes.

They’re hugging with teary eyes.

They’re crying with teary eyes.

So many of them come,

More and more,

Creating a blur of black clothing.

They slowly circle around us

Until you can no longer

See

The tombstones.

Author's Note

09/12/2016

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such a gentle, cleverly conceived poem. Tour words between opening and finish are finely written and that ending is a first class surprise.. though thought asa much at the words.. blxxx clxxxxxx, Perhaps you could put something less descriptive, so as to hold on the denouement a minute longer

[Nathan the Sane]

Thanks for feedback! I'll take it to heart next time I want to make a surprise ending, but right now I think I'll stick to gradually giving it away. This wasn't really meant to be such a shocking reveal, just a slowly clearing picture.

[emmajoy]

It's your creation, do whatever you think best.

[Hurry]

I can really relate to this. GREAT WORK!

[Nathan the Sane]

Thank you! Relatable poetry is probably the best kind :)