Dust mites on your shrine!

As we dined on death

I saw your shrine

the dust collected

the burial sweet

and leaves of withered

memories relived,

crackled under my feet,

released. 

Reviews

[Effie]

The imagery is wonderful. Instantly my dear ones no longer with me are a sweet fragrance that lingers. Beautifully penned with depth of sadness and joy.

This encourages me to dust off and possibly share some words I wrote years ago. Thank you.

[andrew mitchell]

many warm thanks for visiting my page!

[Effie]

you are very welcome

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i still find many cracklings still happening....and i am back at a place...and the leaves breaking like my heart.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks J much appreciated.

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"Dined on death".....love that description.

Sometimes upon passing people are well truly forgotten. It is all well and good to look forwards in life but we must never forget those who impacted our lives in the past. Their memories deserve to be treasured if they treasured us while they lived.

A very profound write, Andrew. Deep and meaningful.

[andrew mitchell]

As always such compliments Doodley, thank you muchly!

[Tate Morgan]

Wow That is deep. I am moved by this poem. Well done thank you. It follows a rule i like short and sweet.So much can be said of a short poignant poem. Unlike many it makes a defined point in as few words as possible.

[andrew mitchell]

Many warm thanks Tate. Much appreciated.