St. Augustine's Arches

Past a shuttering-sky's yield

Vacant and aloud

Separated by silence and distance

Binding forever, together

Their hands and their will

Where an unexpected burial

Its ever-graying gloom

After bones decay, bones'll fossil

Yet for his eternal stride in recollection

Of the bride and her groom

Sprinting hand-in-hand through St. Augustine's arches

Apart from life, apart from death

Away from him, aloof

Reviews

[Olive Gabriel.]

I‘ve never been a sucker for poems, but yours dragged me in. Nice contrast with the life and death thing. Nice work, dude.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I appreciate how the thought is sequentially arrange. It creates a mental picture of life and death. A life well live is never dead.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good visions and thoughts create by the powerful description. Some places leave us with thoughts of beauty or sadness. This poem tone left me with memories of life and death and watching from a distance. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Red Brick Keshner]

Much pleasure taken in reading this. And of personal interest as I was born on St. Augustine's day and my name would bear his if they had more space in the birth registry forms. Lol. I am particularly drawn to the image of bride and groom "sprinting hand-in-hand through St. Augustine's arches." I am glad the went off into the direction of their dreams and future lives. Hope there is a photo somewhere of the arches of this particular St. Augustine church. Thank you for sharing.

[Ares_1992]

I like it. It makes you see more than just the hands of death. keep on writing

[krish]

COOL.........FELLA............