RESTING

RESTING

A Poem by Crusaderscross

Cement pictures scream their presence
The wind is the only outsider allowed

A blanket of suspended legs cover the open sky
Colors multiply and then disappear in a sea of whispers

The ground trembles and sinks when the noise enters
The constant reminders tell their story

In each of them, the presence of time stops
Waiting for the newcomers, conversations run wild

Exhaustion is not welcomed
The tormented are awakened and ask to be forgotten

Permission is granted to dig the new homes
Forever present until history ends

© 2010 Crusaderscross


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Creates vivid images..haunting read, really enjoyed :) x

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crusaderscross

5 Years Ago

Thanks again for the review and reading. Really appreciate your input.
Cement pictures. This makes me think of a graveyard with gravestones. Noise enters in the form of mourners, and permission is granted so that more faceless souls can enter where exhaustion is no longer an issue...

Well written. I hope I'm on the right track here. THis is excellently written and I adore the part about the conversations running wild!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Something that's open for us to picture and ponder. Very solemn feel.
"The tormented are awakened and ask to be forgotten"
Always consequenses to actions... too bad most forget that.

Posted 8 Years Ago


"The ground trembles and sinks when the noise enters
The constants reminders tell their stories

In each of them, the presence of time stops
Waiting for the newcomers, conversations run wild"

Nice lines, really enjoyed them just as much as I enjoyed the whole thing! Nice job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is rather eerie but I really like it. The goings on at a cemetery, I think, from the view of those already there. Very very nice and different.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem brings up an atmosphere whilst reading. Great job. I like it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


loved the life like societal happenings among the dead soul in the cemetery, awaiting the newest neighbor. chilling...

Posted 9 Years Ago


The first stanza had me hooked. This has a haunting feeling to it, and I love it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this piece, but I also have an odd fascination with old cemeteries, always have, and I can completely put myself into the image that you provide.

Permission is granted to dig the new homes
Forever present until history ends

This ties it together perfectly.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This poem is awesome. The spirits in the cemetery talking with each other deciding if they are going to welcome the newcomers. Amazingly descriptive write and a very cool one at that.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 19, 2010
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Crusaderscross
Crusaderscross

Montreal, Canada



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