Meditative

Shadows on gravel pathways

Pale moonlight through dying leaves

White headstones highlighted

 

Silver misty horizon

Bare branches interwoven

The silence of death

 

Solitary walk in this place

Pondering life, universe, everything

Heavy feeling descends

 

Amidst the chaos of 2020

Loneliness, fear, and death

Gifts of this virus and its careless mishandling

 

Looking upward as the sky weeps

Rain the tears of angels

For the souls that have left us abruptly

Reviews

[emmajoy]

To be able to write so beautifully about such tragedies, plural, is a near miracle. Don't know whether to tear up or applaud your skill... perhaps shall do both. Guess I need to thank you for stressing what was going on in your country; indeed, around the world. Evil numbers still increasing.

Thank you for allowing me to read this post, a gift.. especially, 'Silver misty horizon ~ Bare branches interwoven ~ The silence of death '

[MCS]

Emmajoy, thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts. These tragedies have touched us all regardless of what flag we fly.

[emmajoy]

So very true/ The virus ignores each and every flag that flies, tragically most of them at half mast. Take care, keep safe. Please.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wow. Your closing verse nearly took my breath away. The enormity of each line is beyond measure. It's simply the caliber of your craft!

[MCS]

Kelly, thank you. You are so very kind. I just want to return to a time when things seemed less ugly.
Keep safe,
M

[barleygirl]

Yesterday the USA covid death toll almost reached 4000 -- one third of the global daily total! Nobody mentions it, among all the petty crap people foment about constantly & I wonder why it seems to go so unacknowledged. I wrote an inflammatory poem about it (Cadaver Christmas) & your poem feels like the anti-inflammatory corollary to mine. I'm not at all good about expressing true deep feelings, so your throbbingly real & urgent poem feels very satisfying to me, much more satisfying than my own flippant attempts to address this travesty. Thank you for treating this like the beautiful precious tragedy that it is (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[MCS]

Hello Margie,
We are in a real mess, the loss has become just too much.
Stay safe,
read moreHello Margie,
We are in a real mess, the loss has become just too much.
Stay safe,
M

[Ookpik]

I've just stumbled across your page on accident, and greatly appreciate the care you take in your font selection, and format. It is quite succinct, in the way it appears, and the final stanza echoed that sentiment for me.

It can be far too easy, focusing on the abstractions of the world today and the senselessness that information seems to be distributed by, that we often forget how tragic a thing this pandemic really is. From last I checked, the death toll had surpassed the seven figure mark, and many of those whom have passed have been elderly - grandparents, loved ones and loved ones left with grieving families.

Thank you for sharing, at times I think I need to be reminded that this thing goes beyond the discomforts of my own little world.

-Ook

[MCS]

Ook, thank you for the visit and sharing your thoughts. We are in a mess sadly with no end in sight. Hoping for the best and praying for the rest gives little comfort these days. Stay safe M

[John the Baptist]

A very appropriate epitaph for 2020 here. The poet builds a mood nicely by simply describing the surroundings. After a walk in this graveyard, heavy feelings do indeed descend. The notation of "its careless mishandling" is an implication of the anger that subtly accompanies the feelings of gloom. Let this horrifying year pass ASAP.

[MCS]

John, thank you for the visit. This year has been a write off, lets hope and pray the 2121 brings hope, peace and health...