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Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
Contributed by
3660Days
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Friday, 3rd April 2009 @ 04:28:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Breaking bread, I ponder
this place that was the end
for so many wandering,
so many lost.
it seems odd to eat here,
food is a symbol of life, not death
and yet is only seems to make all the more sense
to see life in a graveyard
after all, cemeteries are for the living,
not the dead...
toppled headstones dont bother them a bit, but
were soon in a fuss
I can feel the stabbing pain of
so many who have walked these grassy hills
over the last century or so
so many goodbyes,
imperfect endings
in this place
where baby robins still chirp
and yellow butterflies still dance...
I can feel
a million salty tears of grief
roll down my cheeks,
though not my cheeks at all,
and hear a faint, distant whisper
tomorrows newborn sunrise
is coming
soon"
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Re: Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
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by kye on
Friday, 3rd April 2009 @ 07:29:37 PM AEST
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This poem felt rich with texture, words, thoughts and solidarity.
It truly moved me, made me think, remember and ponder.
I loved the words "imperfect endings"
Thank you so much for this one.
Kie |
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Re: Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
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by emystar on
Friday, 3rd April 2009 @ 09:53:10 PM AEST
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Wwwoooowwwww,
Remarkable thoughts, writing.
Huggs, blessing,
emy |
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Re: Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 4th April 2009 @ 08:27:48 AM AEST
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I like this poem and it sem to bring back memories of when I would visit my Dad's grave, especially one time specifically when I seem to hear this voice correct me when I uttered aloud the name written on the head stone next to my Dad's, as if to correct me and tell me that the man would rather be called by his nickname. I sometimes wonder if those whispers are those of the ones buried there.
Take care and thank you for an enjoyable read.
Tim |
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Re: Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
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by manbeast on
Friday, 17th April 2009 @ 12:22:00 PM AEST
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| Enjoyed this poem, which is saying something because I generally don't enjoy free verse. Free verse is easy to write poorly, but you write it well. Nicely done. |
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Re: Thoughts While Eating Lunch In A Cemetary
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by Cole_Crowe on
Tuesday, 15th November 2011 @ 04:31:10 AM AEST
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| Odd how a cemetery is inspiring, although I guess it represents a final punctuation, so it's best to get your thoughts in about it before you're buried in it. I cleaned headstone of a world war I veteran some years ago. As I finished I wondered what type of man was he, and was he deserving of the attention. A friend of mine said he would be looking down on me for cleaning his neglected headstone, but he may have been looking up at me instead. |
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