Dust

Cherry

By love_writing

Sun, 07 Jun 2015
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15 comments
 

I sit

on the grassy hill-

halfway up,

tall trees’

seem to wriggle

their leaves

at me

as wetness

seeps through

from the dead cut grass;        

a soiled pull-toy

a faded card,

tarnished cellophane,

two ceramic bunnies-

it’s one of those days,

brilliant sun

then clouds to shadow

to brilliant sun-

three bundles,

a note on white torn paper

(last page of my pad,

it’ll soon fade

words disappear

irrelevant now)

 

I write-

Love from Mummy,

slide the note in

with one bundle of flowers,

that like the rest will soon

dry to dust.

 

On leaving I see;

a deflating ‘50’ balloon,

a bouquet tied to a tree-

upside down,

a circle of people,

a dog barking running

over the hill.

 

Certificate 12
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Love the format - swaying trees.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you! I'm glad you like the format- thought I would experiment :) 

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Submitted by VeraClark on

The cemetery is the strangest place where celebrations take place amongst  tears and old relics and precious mementoes which fade even as we hold them. I always find the spinning windmills and gnomes absurdly comforting. Your format is in headstones? It's quietly beautiful and a very accomplished piece of work. Those little mementoes are shattering. It made my throat close up - considering your well restrained emotion and also how you seem to have captured my own grief. 

 

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you Vera your sensitive and considered understanding is much appreciated! Yes I am always intrigued by the little mementoes - they show a little insight into a persons life; their interests etc..makes it all the more heartbreaking when it's baby or kiddie things.

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Submitted by Bee on

It's noticing every little detail that makes this real, takes us there and let's us feel it. Beautifully done!

Bee

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you so much Bee, - that means a lot! 

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Submitted by Philip Sidney on

The everydayness of sorrow and how everything, oddly, carries on. Beautifully drawn.

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you Philip - how true! 

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Submitted by love_writing on

Wow thank you for the cherries- really wasn't expecting that- much appreciated :) 

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Submitted by socialeaf on

 This captures the scene so vividly. I like the signs of life in it. Cemeteries are after all as much for the living. Beautiful poem.

 

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you for that social leaf, your comment made me reflect and realise that yesterday was the first visit to cemetery where I have been able to really notice life around me. (I wrote this afterwards). One of those 'profound' moments :) 

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Submitted by airyfairy on

I always find myself looking at the apparently random things people leave, and wonder what significance they held for the individuals.  This captures that beautifully. 

Submitted by love_writing on

Thank you airy fairy appreciate that, lovely of you to comment  

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Submitted by Stephen Thom on

this is a wonder, l.w... i think the level of detachment (if that makes any sense) is ultimately all the more expressive - the lists of observations - in conveying a level of feeling and a balance between different places/points in journeys

 

Submitted by love_writing on

Thanks Stephen great to hear your thoughts on this and what you liked. Yes there is definately a level of detachment in this one, that makes total sense  :) 

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