The Gardens

A visiting

 

 

staccato polyrhythms

rain upon the graves

 

it’s a long walk

from one to the next

 

I think of something

not of mortal plaints

 

and talk of times

when they were good

 

less is remembered

as another year passes

 

even the wind and rain

endeavor to erode

engraved memories

 

sorrow would be forgotten

if not for petrichor

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

No specifics are mentioned, but this one has the sound of an elegy. That long walk from one grave to another may represent the sequence of family members or friends who have passed on over the years. I think there is also some regret that less and less about the departed is recalled as the years pass. In most cases, we all will eventually be forgotten. That is why we must make our present count.

[Patricia]

Thank you John for reading and commenting and yes we must make our present count and pass on those memories. Thankfully our senses are strong to help us remember:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Less is definitely remembered of when times were good.
Now they are something hard to comprehend...
Unity is a thing of the past...
I love the use of "plaints" and "petrichor"----

I am reading this poem and listening to a speech by the president...as he is expressing joy at passing a new bill that was passed in the senate by one vote...the VP's because not one person on the other side voted for it...no working across the aisle.
the graves of those past....distance between and distance between our now and what those past had hoped for.
I think this piece is excellent.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you very much j. And yes, both are great words ;)