Oh, gray, cold stones,
Why stand yea so silent?
Have you no songs from dwellers,
No messages from their time spent?
Was it in vain and without meaning?
Or is your silence a predetermined message?
Author notes
Written November 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Anything Goes... As long as it's deep... by CrystalJet.
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Interesting
In terms of death and dying a person doesn't die when he should but when he can in this life; be it a minute or more, at home or work, we die does it matter when. As for messages I think that the stones themselves and their silent is a message in itself.
As for the veiled reference to god I think Sigmund Freud has the answer on that front ‘At bottom God is nothing more than an exalted father’, the father of course being a reference to the predominate drives of a persons life, of course father could also be construed as ‘mother’ in natures form of growth if you viewed from historical views.
Very Interesting
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Interesting and mysterious.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck! -
Short but sweet... well not exactly sweet, but good. I enjoyed reading your poem. Good luck in my contest.
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Wow... Short but definitely very powerful. This really made me think about things differently. "silent as the grave" comes to mind. So many souls in one place, yet not a word. Brilliant job.
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Lovely
Short, and to the point, I like a piece that is very concise yet proves a point or provokes thought, good job.
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Brilliant piece
Now I loved this. This was full of images in such a short piece. Full of atmosphere. But, are the stones so silent? Read my piece:
'Grieving Gravestones.' Tell me what you think? I thought your piece here was just wonderful -
THANK YOU!
You get it! So many songs unsung, so many stories left unsaid. Thanks for the comments. -
this is really intense- i pictured myself standing at my grandmother's grave and remembered looking around and thinking that there were so many stories not being told. well done!
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THANK YOU!
Thanks for your comments, but I have a thing for grave yards. They are so peaceful and quiet. Somehow the gravestone is suppose to tell our story, but a;as, it too is silent. -
A very thought provoking write. I never thought of the grave stones as havin a story to tell. great work Doris.
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