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Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Graveyards
The leaves are still
Air quiet
Sighs are granite here
Words frozen
Shadows move about
Hearts are empty
A cuckoo’s song fills the void
The pink sun greets a blue star
Sequined night sky looks festive
The sleeping angel
Is in the new home
Of peaceful rest
Written for Laurie’s
prompt Graveyard @ Poetry Jam
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"Sighs are granite here"... Amazing poetic imagination...
ReplyDeleteNice!
the thought of passing kids crushes me...the little coffins...oy, cant look at them without it busting me up...but perhaps this little one has now found peace...
ReplyDeleteDeath is hard as granite and as quiet as still air, and all those frozen words only memories. The cig kobo sound can only be a reminder of what will never be again. Powerful imagery here, Sumana.
ReplyDelete'Cuckoo' --auto correct. Sigh.
DeleteSighs are granite and words frozen... perfect!
ReplyDeletesome deaths are indeed much harder to accept and fathom than others, and we are indeed left with an empty heart.
ReplyDelete"Granite sighs." A very artistic image!
ReplyDeletethe granite sighs and frozen words - felt, strong images
ReplyDeleteWonderful poetic images here. The angel in the photo does look peaceful.
ReplyDeleteNice imagery -pink sun meets blue sequined night sky
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and serene. The way, I think, most of us would like to imagine it.
ReplyDeletesighs are granite here..words frozen..so true..
ReplyDeleteSumana this is so peaceful and lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you took the poem from empty to full. Very nice!
ReplyDeletelovely words that really make you stop and think. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteI also deeply admire the 3rd line ~
ReplyDeleteAngel is resting in peace in her new abode...
ReplyDeleteLovely words :)
no sound just angles wings
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Sumana. The 'granite sighs' is a powerful image.
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