Lowering

Lowering

A Poem by Emily Murman

Lowering

The whole idea of it makes me feel as if

the entire room is shifting,

the endless rows of upholstered chairs encroaching,

leaving their once-calm places.

A handshake and solemn smiles,

a mask of makeup,

an envelope stuffed with questions.

I can’t make sense of why I’m looking back when

I’m one of the youngest here

but when my eye shifts through shadowy figures

and lands upon the spray of velvet roses placed

upon the casket, the haze is cleared.

I see her there, knees bent, hands folded,

diamonds sliding down her cheeks.

I want to run up to her and crush her in my arms,

but I’m a statue �"

later on I will fulfill my duty.

Feeling her sobs against my contoured chest,

the tops of her braids frizzy, bottoms bound by purple hair ties,

knowing that ten years isn’t long enough to learn of loss.

I will have to stay calm in the afternoon sun

even as the repeating note of the crane

rings in my mind

and my high heels sink past parched grass

and into the tousled dirt.

 

© 2016 Emily Murman


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Wow...Rare are the moments in life darkness can be made beautiful.
A rather brilliant capture,
Thanks for sharing this 100/100

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Added on May 10, 2016
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Tags: death, grandmother, childhood, dirt, growing up, roses, mortality

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Emily Murman
Emily Murman

Chicago, IL



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I am a sixteen-year-old artist and writer based in the Chicagoland area. I'm currently a sophomore majoring in creative writing at Lake Forest College. Most of my poetry is very image-heavy and aim.. more..

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