The cemetary

by Brenda   Apr 4, 2016


They come bearing gifts,
flowers, wreaths,
pictures, a pebble or two
remembrances of
lost loves...
it's an endless parade
of sadness and grief
sometimes relief
sometimes glee,
a manic madness
of spite and loathing
that the recently departed
is no longer with us...
I've heard all
the jokes that living
next to a cemetery brings...
how my neighbors
are deathly quiet,
how everyone is dying
to get in...
Ha-ha, never heard that before...
But in truth
I like being here,
It's peaceful.
There's a certain peacefulness
and beauty
on these grounds
that house the dead.
The endless parade
of families, couples,
ex-lovers, outlaws,
the occasional fringes of society
wanting a glimpse
of another
in the throes of grief...
I've seen it all
and occasionally walk
amongst the dead
myself
trying to make sense
of the remembrances
left behind...

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  • 9 years ago

    by Brenda

    Thank-you all! I really appreciate your insights and comments. You all inspire me to do my best. Thanks again! Brenda

  • 9 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Cemeteries are peaceful.... and so is this lovely poem!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Em

    Brenda,

    This is a wonderful yet kind of sad write.

    The imagery is good.

    Em

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Brenda.

    You sum up a cemetery's atmosphere and the different views and emotions that are roused in people by them perfectly here.
    I, too, find them peaceful places to be; I'm not a big believer in ghosts, so that doesn't ever enter my thinking when walking among the gravestones.

    All the best and great write,
    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Benda,

    there is a quality that is edged with 'VIP status' each time I walk around a cemetery. I actually feel honoured to place my feet near those that know what happens after this. This life where the naïve can only mock or be lost for words. Why do they, are they? Are they jealous for the now transcended folk? Do they secretly wish they were free of this life too? For me, I talk to them, in my mind I wish them well, I know that one day I too will be with them...

    Well done Brenda,

    This is thought provoking and well written. A true privilege to have such neighbours.

    Take care,

    Michael

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thanks Michael- I too find great peace in a cemetary. I like to read the headstones and imagine what that person was like. I find I'm far from alone while I'm there. Brenda

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