Staid reminders, glimpses
of resolute, varying composition
script thereon
with and end, but no means
for they cannot portend
defend or ammend
time lines in and out noted
of absolution some read
while little else is noted
for now, in this venue
exists no cookbook, no menu
sandstone, rock of ages
albaster crosses
pledged only to inform
these rogue refugees
of trans-communication
for reformation has not been
granted unto them
just as forgiveness must have been
sought prior to this disposition
hallowed ground
stones, standing in indentured servitude
markers of moribund plots
whilst ye rest
Regis
R.I.P. I pray!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of Love and Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEEXooo
script thereon
with and end, but no means
for they cannot portend
defend or ammend
These lines perfectly express the finality of the words on cemetery stones. - David
will my tombstone speak for me, when I am gone,, will I be judged by what is chosen as my marker........will something else speak for me........or will I fade and pass.......ahhh gimme a rock! Excellent write!! pax A
Read it twice and absorbed the meaning as it will bring us each a different view
Edwin
The permanence and enduring value of stone so well explored here....we are measured culturally and artistically by our architecture and our monuments, celebrated and remembered by our tombstones, and even when we step across a low crumbling wall we can't help but think of the hands and sweat that one time built.
This is a fine and passionate poem.
John
Great poem Jon
Ron
Peace and love, Carole~
the world of who we are and who we were, stones that sink
into the sands and stones that reach for the stars...
-gene.
Ron
Becca~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
A thought-provoking write, Jon!!
Sandie Angel :o(