Old Willow Tree.

The tales uttered in Silence..

The cemetery sleeps
beyond the old willow trees
casting shadows as they creak -
the names of history are etched
upon the headstones of skeletons
as they lay, a memory of what once was.

The cemetery whispers
amongst the crows that mock
cawing of death as they perch -
the tales of our sorrows are told
upon the faces of the living
as they kneel, a reminder of what still is.

The cemetery sighs
beyond the old rickety bridge
moaning cautions as it sways -
the earthly breeze of nature creeps
upon the tall unkempt grasses of green
as they sweep, a telling of what may be.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The old cemeteries were different. They had a odd feeling to them. I went to the graveyards in New Orleans. You could feel the energy of people gone. I liked dear Angeliki how you described the graveyard. Some mystery and wonder. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Just Kim]

Wow, such a vivid imagery, i can sense loneliness

[likesgreeneggsandham]

There is so much perfection in the execution of this piece I am in awe. As one who doesn't even know what a stanza is Well Done. I imagine the cemetery in the poem to be an excellently executed metaphor for what lives and dies within us - but that as with every piece of art could/would/is just my interpretation. Overall a lovely read.

[barleygirl]

I would venture to say that most people do not go to cemeteries much, thus I picture them as lonely empty places where abandoned memories fester, almost as if waiting for someone to come along & care, someone to visit & stay awhile to hear the stories. Your poem pours a ton of feeling out there, painting the way I imagine the scene might be, the very essence of the place (cemetery) waiting to pounce on some random mourner that stumbles into the lair (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[pinhead07]

You really captured the essence of a cemetery with this. Powerful words. Kudos. :))