MORBID STUFF.

The title says it all...

We said,

those of us who grew wise,

with the years, we said

we'd look you in your lovely eyes,

and then we said

so far from our long lost youth

and suddenly old

we'd see the awful truth.

 

and innocence

and loving longing,

and all the stuff of breath

and kidding, cuddling,

bosom heaving, strong thoughts weaving

limbs intertwined like limbs once were

become still and cold with death

 

and those of us who live will die,

those of us who mourn the dead

will soon become the dead instead,

not the hero of a wake - and not awake -

and mourners come and mourners go

and queue to see the graveyards grow.

And mountains tumble, stones fall down,

dust blows through a crumbled town

and every heartbeat, every shock

become a forgotten tick on a forgotten clock.

Morbid stuff.

Reviews

[F. Mary Jesson]

This moved me. The content is gripping and your style is exciting.

[Peter Rogerson]

Thanks for your input to my writing.

[DrAnuradha Bele]

The passage of time, the graying of hair,the slowing down! Its straightforward without a hint of pity, maybe just a little bit of sadness. I enjoyed reading this.

[Peter Rogerson]

Many thanks for reading my poem

[hcarson]

i really like this, easpecially the line "mourners come and mourners go and queue to see the graveyards grow"...wow, never thought about it like that but you are spot on..that is exactly what happens. lovely flow of words, especially in the second halk. very much enjoyed this. full marks

[Peter Rogerson]

Some kind words, hcarson. Thanks you.