Sepulchral

Angel series....1

Sepulchral

Something happens when you dig a trench and bury.

Dirt lies on top,

damp,

weighted,

and cold.

Time passes…and forgotten becomes.

Surrounded in solitary protection,

the buried exists.

Fragile…

tiny whispered notes knock beneath…

Frail…

thriving amidst this hollow mausoleum

 

Time passes…and forgotten emerges.

Over-the-top ashes no longer protect.

Fallen petals collect in tidy pools,

eager credence given to renewal.

Time passes…and forgotten becomes.

Time passes…

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a journey across the edges of life and death, the wondering of the world, the wandering down each path. And sometimes we hope something could stay down, stay buried, stay hidden, and yet it keeps coming back to haunt us. Time passes, yes, and sometimes we think the winter killed it, yet it rises back in its own spring voice. So powerfully moving.

[Seriana]

Too much time brother, yet never enough, hey? You know the behinds, the depths, the buried. Thank you always for the kindness of your words but more importantly, support. You are so appreciated.

[emmajoy]

'Fallen petals collect in tidy pools, ~ eager credence given to renewal.'

As ever always, extraordinary phrases set gently YET with deep touches of despair. Prayers for the lack of protection but hopes that Self is able to work its own miracles. and renewal becomes Time passes.. and survival becomes the norm. Sweeter thoughts filter the grey of your words, dear you... Hugs.

[Seriana]

Thank you Em. This one if for the babies that never were, but always will be. Funny how life events trigger pain from other past life events. Letting go is important but painful all the same. Thank you so much for your kind thoughts.

[emmajoy]

Understand more than.... Dear A.

[Periac]

time passes
and forgotten becomes

A !
This leaves one yearning for reincarnation!