Beneath winter's fallen skies

Simple words

Winter with its fallen skies
and cold, dank, heavy air
makes misery (which loves misery)
a much easier cross to bear,
for the audience at the open grave,
for the faces in the hearse,
for the sombre suited "eloquents"
as they read their sombre verse.
For the diggers, bearers, celebrants,
for the mourners as they cry,
death more apt, more doleful
beneath a winter's fallen sky

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

simple words with a powerful effect Gee. This is a poem I have saved for a day of mourning, which eventually arrives, when words might fail me. I can't think of a more elegant elegy.

Ken e

[Gee]

Thank yo for your kind words Ken

[Lorry]

Although an older post, this really relates well to a certain funeral of today (Her Maj) and all the ceremonial and pomp attached, no matter how deserved.
I couldn't help but think that the Queen would have been more interested in the crowds opinion of it all, than some geezer using it as an opportunity to tell the world how well they knew her.
You captured perfectly the feeling within, without the garnish so many decorate their words with.

[Gee]

Cheers Lorry

[Relic]

I find simple words to be the best. My mother died many years ago during winter and I remember standing there in the cold. I hated it. I can relate to this quite well.

[Gee]

Hi Relic, thanks for dropping in.
Hope all is well with you

[Lisasview]

Hi Gee,
I just went down your list of poems and finally found one I had not read..
A bit depressing early this morning but still such a great read!!! Dark, dark, dark..
I am going now to check if there are any more I have not read....

[Gee]

Hi Lisa, thank you.
Most of my poems since April 2019, twas when mum passed, have been a wee bit dark :)

[Lisasview]

Well, sad things have a way of making us feel dark.
Losing my mother was terrible.. I still miss her and always will.
Lisa

[CLR9]

Dank is good. Do you browse any dank memes? If not, I hope you well and browse dank memes for the rest of you're days. Grate pome

[Gee]

Thank you :))

[Abhishek]

This poem is well describing the nature of winter season....
Nicely written, Gee
Keep it up

[Gee]

Thank you Abhishek

[Abhishek]

Most welcome dear😊😊

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This is a wonderful piece of observational poetry, Gee. It always seems like funerals are held under grey skies, despite that obviously not always being the case. It's just that mood that seems to stick in the memory. Monochromatic colours that replace the vibrant colours synonymous with life. I could picture the scene here in your gentle rhyming piece. A death in winter....there is probably nothing worse. Well written, my friend. ⚘

[Gee]

Thank you kindly Jamila, I'm pleased you approve :)

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Gee. Another read. January is the saddest month of the year for me. Anniversaries of three family members much loved and departed. Different years, but all within a few days of the calender. I have candles ready and waiting. This is a suitably melancholy read as I think of them.

Hope your new year has got off to a reasonable start (well apart from the virus issues, if you can forget them).

Anyways, have a happy one.

Chris

[Gee]

Good morning Christine, thank you.
Tis raining pets and is bone chillingly cold here, hope it's better where you are :)
Have a good day

[Ada]

Unfortunately, you may be right...suffering and or experience makes for better writes...sometimes writers write and you strain to see what the piece means to them...what is their relationship to the piece but your intent is so clear. The strongest piece I've read this far...clear and concise writing.

[Gee]

A belated thank you Ada.
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods

[M. J. Smith]

You have the truth of that, my friend. I have stood too many vigils at a graveside. Winter funerals are the saddest of all. Raw power and emotion here. Simple but evocative. Thank you for sharing.

[Gee]

Thank you MJS