The presence of foreground is accosted
by illusions of Light reflecting off the sweaty brows
of orphaned memories.
An intimate black thunder wraps my solemnity in silence,
a cradle
quite similar to your smiling mortician arms
wherein for years I wide-eyed you
like a child.
Please tell me what you think
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This strikes me right off the bat, as I have just come from reading about Stonehenge, which was at some point used as a cremation cemetery and I can relate this to that. The solemnity, the wide-eyedness of witnessing ritual, foreground and illusions of light. Very beautiful and succinct.
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Thanks for reading & leaving such a kind comment.
jen
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There are many things about this petite poem that I admire and appreciate. It is understand and yet full of grandness.
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Thanks!
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your closing lines were fantastic.
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Well thank you.
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