On this ancient soil of time,
weather worn cracked and dried.
Never knowing eternal rest,
lay bones in torrent hopelessness.
Bones of sorrow from a life departed,
return to dust back where they started.
Lifeless now, but once intensely vital,
knew love entrench that had no rival.
Dust unto dust shall all life return,
in sacred trust of creation's burn.
These bones have stories they could tell,
passed down through history of loves who fell.
This fact that someone sometime cared,
makes this ground sacred no matter where.
~~~Suseann~~~
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Bones of sorrow:
Written April 17th, 2006
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I loved this write suseann, it was lovely, some beautiful lines in this poem, well done, keep up the fabulous work.
best wishes as always
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mmmmmmmm, "...in sacred trust of creation's burn...."
wowowowo...this line percoaltes.....wonderful write, as always.
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