[PLOT
on the green / Cemetery Row]
A stroll
through Carthage stones...
Gargoyles in grey gloamings
of Autumns
of Winters
of the remains of days
the done-buried
keep secret in rigor mortis
kiss
the grave
pushing up daisies, the cherished
our cherubs below tombstones
there lays
In green tarmac flights
On crucifix runways
Mausoleums with eyes
of pyramids and storms
house the ravens watching ghosts
from above just ants below,
beneath undulating cotton lakes
Upon the soil and worms and
souls
mausoleums...
As granite angels mime
upward in prayer
waiting in the weight of the lifeless
wake
white marbled expressions
consternation
of devil may care
None for statues or halos
they're capture in boxes,
coffins / all inmates
The American gothic gallows
Caustic the silences
once stories of beams of light
Such lives afire
now mere half paragraphs
in respite /
In unforgiven mires
[On a plot of green
in cemetery row...]
Gargoyles in the mist
these arrested flights
of wish dismissed
of effulgent life
through the spindle of an hourglass
spider-webs of fog
where I share my path
Here the haunted besides (roaming)
a land of quietude
futures devoid yet still turning
The cyclic times
The unlearned
dreaded cold below
[On a plot of green, Cemetery row...]
Rest will happen
but my spirit is a phoenix
Great flocks of birds
Asphodels
Whilst
taking a stroll...
Past plots of green,
In cemetery row
How such silences scream :
the fallen :
death's blanket of snow.
[Carnage. &. Stone.]
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
[PLOT
on the green / Cemetery Row]
A stroll
through Carthage stones...
Gargoyles in grey gloamings
of Autumns
of Winters
of the remains of days
the done-buried
keep secret in rigor mortis
kiss
the grave
pushing up daisies, the cherished
our cherubs below tombstones
there lays
In green tarmac flights
On crucifix runways
Mausoleums with eyes
of pyramids and storms
house the ravens watching ghosts
from above just ants below,
beneath undulating cotton lakes
Upon the soil and worms and
souls
mausoleums...
As granite angels mime
upward in prayer
waiting in the weight of the lifeless
wake
white marbled expressions
consternation
of devil may care
None for statues or halos
they're capture in boxes,
coffins / all inmates
The American gothic gallows
Caustic the silences
once stories of beams of light
Such lives afire
now mere half paragraphs
in respite /
In unforgiven mires
[On a plot of green
in cemetery row...]
Gargoyles in the mist
these arrested flights
of wish dismissed
of effulgent life
through the spindle of an hourglass
spider-webs of fog
where I share my path
Here the haunted besides (roaming)
a land of quietude
futures devoid yet still turning
The cyclic times
The unlearned
dreaded cold below
[On a plot of green, Cemetery row...]
Rest will happen
but my spirit is a phoenix
Great flocks of birds
Asphodels
Whilst
taking a stroll...
Past plots of green,
In cemetery row
How such silences scream :
the fallen :
death's blanket of snow.
[Carnage. &. Stone.]
My submission piece for Hellopoetry.com.
Could be considered a holloweeen kind of poem too....
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