Love in Death

Down in the ground

where dead people grow

life tends to move

much too slow.

 

Bones go brittle

eyes turn to glass.

Hands lie still.

Beauty alive can never last.

 

Time moves slowly

and much too fast.

When we're alone

we go back into the past.

 

Only in death can true love last.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very Poeish...

time moves deliberately...slow but consistent...as my eyes turn to glass and my bones go brittle...
and life is contradiction...time does move too slowly but much too fast at the same time....and each happens when the opposite is wanted.

very strong imagery in this piece...and one thing i really like..i didn't even notice the rhyme...that is important in my book...i am not much for rhyming, it often seems forced...but here , not at all..very natural.

jacob

[poetry lover]

Your poem has a sadness that makes me wonder if you are terribly saddened by some recent event. I love your images!
~eleanor

[Tate Morgan]

I think this says a lot for you .We all wonder what we are here for why another died in our place why why But all that returns is the silence


In a moment the lonely sound
fell heavy on every mans ear
As the truth echoed from the ground
even the boldest shook to hear

For then the songs all ceased to play
we looked to sky and then to friend
They felt there nothing left to say
for woe had summoned this the end

[~LadyWolf~]

Very beautiful :)

[J. J. Nightingale]

Dark and thought-full .. Whew ...

Jazz