Solitary Cemetery Mourning
The quill was chilled cold with frosted breath kissing lips to frozen steel,
Bare nailed sounds that scrape bare ground into locked stiff coffin doors.
Skeletal tomb morning moan mist, with wind’s wet whistle of youth nevermore.
Wherein bliss has no presence, only chiseled pasts, wearing grooved headstones.
Abrasive frigid friction weathers memories onto grave words overcast in reflections.
What was, what was, will never be again, shrill shrinking scream choking time
Suffocating rhythm rein in shifting shadows of forlorn fame shows skeletal dreary grey,
Shivers stripped bare in soul’s past tense unto reverberating inflections of forevermore.
Where Wraiths pass down Poetry’s Gauntlet sharing Dead Poets Society, in rip reincarnations.
Apparitions that rest in peace collections, collecting eternity’s dust on treasured shelve vaults.
Space-time continuum compost compositions of contrasting poets in afterlife reflective moods,
Cerebral gray matters perpetual pressed pages of solitary cemetery mourning –
awaits morning light of celestial flight.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 04/13/12 ©