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Three
Folder:
book 15 so high above
brightly shines
on grass so green
so near now
but still a ways
grows so close
perhaps today
words that are
carved in stone
say nothing of
what once was
flowers wilt
by teddy bears
hand drawn cards
stained with tears
a grassy plot
of virgin soil
that has been bought
for future need
days go by
and months do flee
before they come
and fall on knees
children laugh
and run about
and parents hush
as they grieve
plans are made
and costs are paid
as fear does grow
day by day
memories burn
and yet they fade
till grass and stone
alone they lay
S3 particularly got to me,
S3 particularly got to me, the initial thought that arrived was the proverbial writing on the 'stone' wall. A conflation of thought, it would appear. But then grass and stone with etching on it brings a picture of gravestones which even at a fleeting perusal rarely says much if anything of 'what once was.' And there begins the rabbit trail of thoughts and musings; which followed by S5 and S9 brings the mind to bear upon the focus of passing on when the time has come. Thank you for sharing a thought provoking poem.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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