For As Long As

Cherry

By Ewan

Thu, 09 Feb 2023
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Whether our passing is marked

as cind’rous remains

in pottery or pewter vessels,

victims of a well-urned fate;

or as a box-meal for

a generation of worms;

or as near-smoothed,

once sharp-carved letters

on a leaning headstone

in an agnostic cemetery;

or even by a lit candle

near the entrance to a church,

for as long as someone

remembers us, we still live.

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

In quiet moments, we always remember those loved ones. It maybe an item, a fragrance, a song, or even a photo, but we can never forget their memory.

A beautiful tribute of a poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Yes, we do. well said

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

This is good. I liked its flow, and your clever use of words - 'a well-urned fate' is a superalative phrase. A well-deserved cherry Ewan.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by airyfairy on

They do indeed live, every day. This captures it all so well, Ewan.

Submitted by lenchenelf on

with words to cushion their blow, our loved ones lives are carried and vivified by ours.

Lovely.

Best as always

Lena x