tripping on the tombstones
milemarkers chronicling an insignificant life
falling, jerking up, hoping nobody noticed
but who is there to notice, a mistake at this point serves no one.
brushing blackened bangs away just to see
even through shoes, so thickly soled, sharp rocks find tenderness
gingerly stepping, eyes intently on the ground
abruptly stopping, a scraping sound of metal, hardness
neat edges mark the plot
looking up just in time to catch that last expression
not quite a grimace as the last breath leaves
but not peace either like none of those prayers made any difference
reaching out, hoping to keep him from falling in
but the shovel shakes its somber head knowing it's not to be
inching around, wishing not to disturb caving ground
one last look and an absent-minded glance to the sky
but never occurs the question why in asking,
"what comes after, 'If I should die before I wake...' "
Author notes
I don't even have the excuse of being drunk... erm... go read something else.
Please tell me what you think
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I liked this - jagged - your romantic stuff is good - but you have to be a fully rounded writer and you have to explore other things, other styles.
I liked this for its word use and layout, inventive, very well done.
James
xx
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Well that sent shivers up myspine and back down again ..... well done but I like your romantic stuff better
Barry
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Barry
oh sweet one...I'll make a point to write romantic literature for your viewing pleasure soon... I have to create some romance somewhere... in between classes, reading, and gardening.
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