Here, Sit I

(Another one from the Victorian Graveyard)

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

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I believe some of feel emotions and energies on a deeper level and sometimes I think echos of those energy lingers. I also think that we people depending on our life experiences are touched by things that may not affect others.

For me God creates us all differently and this moment pulled at your heart strings and made you think on a deeper level emotionally.

I could picture this scene in my mind as I read it. Greens of moss and grays of cement headstones stood out in my mind. Well done with wording and imagery

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you PB. I think you are right. I pick up energy and can feel emotions intensely. In graveyards I am attracted to certain graves, as though the spirits are asking me to stop and remember the dead. I appreciate your thoughts here. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome Chris and I hope you enjoy your weekend too

[Seriana]

Hum....hoping this is what I think it is and not something far more sad. Sometimes we are drawn to a space for a while, for reasons unknown. I knew a man who would go to the cemeteries and "talk to the children". I thought it odd, at first. But then I began to wonder if he brought peace to an otherwise lonely situation. It made me smile.

I hope your sitting brought you something that you keep with you. Thanks for sharing this part of you!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Seriana. This poem was inspired by visiting an old Victorian cemetery. Completely reclaimed by nature. So many children, no antibiotics in those days. Very peaceful there.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and you may be the lone visitor that child's spirit is grateful to have.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you j. So many children died young in the Victorian era. Much disease and no antibiotics.
read moreThank you j. So many children died young in the Victorian era. Much disease and no antibiotics.

Chris

[Papaya]

Such a somber tone to this one. It pulls at my heart.
I've seen grave markers that were just wrong. Taken too soon.
It's heart breaking. Beautiful write.

[Chris Shaw]

Inspired by a visit to a Victorian cemetery. So many children died of disease back then, and no antibiotics to save them. Thank you Ana.

Chris

[Papaya]

They were tough times. You're very welcome, Chris.
Always a pleasure to pop in.

[carl]

beautiful and reverent - carl

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for stopping by Carl. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Amy R]

Wow, a sweet yet very touching poem,
I enjoyed the way u penned this. Imagery is so lovely to,
-Amy

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Amy. I appreciate your visit.

Chris

[Amy R]

You're welcome.

[mou]

Only a poet can write this, the kind eyes can feel this, and an empathetic heart can save this with care.
I have nothing more to say for this one, Chris
- mou

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you mou. The inspiration for this write was a visit to a Victorian cemetery. So many children died from disease. No antibiotics. Touches your heart. Life was harsh back then.

Chris

[mou]

Children became the victims of helpless medical service - the most sensitive and heartbreaking scenario

[Neville]

here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from
tiny throats ..................................... such incredible poetry Chris.

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville. I appreciate you.

Chris

[mae]

very soft. if only the kindest weren’t unknown. well done. -mabel

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mabel. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris