i do not know you
yet i’m drawn to sit beside
this moss stained stone
here in shade where pine cones fall
drenched by April’s constant rain
here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from
tiny throats
where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy vines cling dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me
i swear i heard a muffled cry
here I sit alone with thoughts
of why a child should breathe her last
of why a child from decades past
should touch my heart
an open grave
should kiss my cheek
as I walk by
I have never been to a Victorian graveyard its nice to see one in this amazing poem.Well done Chris! :)
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
Quite an experience to see Mother Nature reclaim. The flora and birdsong were magnificent, as was th.. read moreQuite an experience to see Mother Nature reclaim. The flora and birdsong were magnificent, as was the sense of eternal peace. Thank you so much for stopping by to share your thoughts.
Chris - this was so sad ansd heart rending. I had a dear friend who lost a son in a tragic accident. It has got to be gut-wrenching to for parents to have to bury their children. I know it was for my friend.
Take care, Chris.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you Dave. A visit to a Victorian cemetery makes you realize just how many children died. Illne.. read moreThank you Dave. A visit to a Victorian cemetery makes you realize just how many children died. Illness and disease was rife then. Thank you for your understanding. Have a good Monday.
... I humbly confess, Chris, this one brought a tear.
You have a knack for writing your reader into a scene.
Bittersweet, beautiful :)
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you so much JDM. Your lovely review lifted me. So pleased you stopped by. All the best. .. read moreThank you so much JDM. Your lovely review lifted me. So pleased you stopped by. All the best.
Wow, that was sad Chris. Like a painting in shades of gray. Your words reach deep and prod us, saying, look, here lies innocence, silently forever.
Well crafted my friend.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you will. The graveyard was Victorian and reclaimed by nature. This child’s short life touc.. read moreThank you will. The graveyard was Victorian and reclaimed by nature. This child’s short life touched me. I sat beside her for a few minutes . The graveyard is incredibly peaceful, the birdsong out of this world, and it’s virtually on my doorstep. Nice to walk there.
This hits so many points with me. Timeless and melancholy but visual and heartful at the same time.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you so much Ken for your thoughts. Pleased the poem meant something to you. Have s good weeken.. read moreThank you so much Ken for your thoughts. Pleased the poem meant something to you. Have s good weekend.
"where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy vines cling dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me"
Dear Chris,
I'm awed at the sheer beauty of your description of the cemetery you were passing through....Your reader can feel the moist greenery, the flowers squashed in the damp mud, the haunting sounds of birds and the sense of loss, emptiness in the April rain. It must be so cold there...I can feel this walk past those lonely graves...
Some do reach out to us, touch us with a spiritual hand as we pass by. We feel connected, stop and wonder about them, the brief lives they lived and leave behind our thoughts of compassion.
I must add here that you took me back to my stroll through the Pere Lachaise Cemetery of Paris and it was exactly as you describe it and that's why this is a very special poem to me.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
So lovely to have you call again Divya and to hear this poem is special for you because of the memo.. read moreSo lovely to have you call again Divya and to hear this poem is special for you because of the memories it evokes. Recently discovered this graveyard, off the beaten track but so very close to home. It is incredibly peaceful and reclaimed by nature. I find peace there. Have a beautiful weekend.
Chris
11 Months Ago
Loved this poem and you're so lucky to have such a beautiful place to visit and be filled with peace.. read moreLoved this poem and you're so lucky to have such a beautiful place to visit and be filled with peace and wonderment.
Have a great day, my friend. 💐💕
hi chris, i am also becoming night timer, with busy day work, i am taking nap in evening, just stopped by to see whther you are having good sleep.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you Jessy. I am doing fine. Happy birthday for Tuesday.
11 Months Ago
Thank you so much for your wishes Chris, i know you will wish me. If hour birthday what bday present.. read moreThank you so much for your wishes Chris, i know you will wish me. If hour birthday what bday present you like to have??
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Oh wow! this is definitely heart tugging. I can feel a heart break and tears.
Such a sad write. Nicely expressed though.
Posted 11 Months Ago
11 Months Ago
Thank you poetgurl. I appreciate your thoughtful review and your visit. Thanks for stopping by. read moreThank you poetgurl. I appreciate your thoughtful review and your visit. Thanks for stopping by.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..