The Last Lullaby

The Last Lullaby

A Poem by Elizabeth
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A tribute to a song that haunts me....

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Bury me beneath that old willow
peaceful slumber
sweet grasses overgrown

only a breeze
wildflowers

concrete angels in a garden of stone

standing guard

eternal twilight
whispered wishes
fallen like leaves

© 2010 Elizabeth


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Amazing. I love your poetry.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is amazingly visual...I was right there, seeing and feeling and wide-eyed. Well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. ohhhh ... how amazingly beautiful and poignant ... i was just listening to concrete angel ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is really hauntingly beautiful. We talked already about the song. Love your style in this one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I must say your words are quite haunting but at the same time very calming... Such a short poem and yet so profound.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I too feel a sense of calm when reading this like that hope to be remembered but knowing memory is all to brief...well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Unlike the other commentor, I felt this poem to be, tranquil, and filled with imagery.
I think the concrete angels represent guardians of eternal existence..
the garden of stone surrounded by old wildflowers and tall grasses,
wisping in the wind,
and you are forever buried in this world, below that old willow.
Wonderful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


This poem horrified me. The images were so cold in my mind. It gave me
chills. You influence the imagination to run wild with the slightest bit
of stimulation. This is powerful work.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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