On The Other Side

Graveside ruminations

Sometimes I wonder

If his blood is in the soil

If his bones are in the rocks

That blanket the coffin

Where his soul lies in wait

Sometimes I wonder

If his soul

Was so desperate to

Break through that wooden cage

That the rest of him

Simply seeped through the cracks

Sometimes I wonder

If that is the reason

The grass here is so damn green.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

You made me smile, smartly crafted well done:)

[Jason]

Wow, great poem. I realled liked it

[M.M.I]

I like the last stanza a lot; it's like two souls were re-united after a long departure, maybe death.

[Androglossia]

How can we begin to guess where death might lead us? Throughout history we’ve questioned if there is a life after death or is it only absolute nothingness. What we do when we leave the physical world will never be known with absolute certainty until our time comes. Until then we must take into consideration all the possibilities and choose the one that makes sense to us the most. And I would like to think this is what your poem implies.

Your deep reflection to the subject made you create an excellent piece. Well done:)

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

Interesting

[Alessander]

I really like the first stanza. Thought it was the strongest. It seems neither morbid nor sentimental, almost like a scientist musing...

The last stanza ends a bit more cheerfully, which is ironic given the setting...

[Kaylor Mason]

It may be the reason. That concept . . . it certainly gives the phrase "pushing up daisies" a whole new, somewhat odd-ball perverse meaning. (Sorry if that sounded irreverent. I've lost a lot of my sensitivity to death. I've been to way too many funerals, I guess--mourning is somewhat a lost art for me)

[Bare trees]

Excellent poem. The end has real impact.