Standing in old slave cemetery on gentle slope of hill
the world had turned a few since last use,
but I was glad still, found ground so sacred
silent passing time brought a generous vista
beneath curvaceous greenery lushly filled
winding river and great gilded domes of power
now settled nearby; and no debt more sore
no taking more unjust or undeserved,
than unspoken lives remained in stillness here
standing over precious prayers for freedom.
Author notes
"Six feet of earth make all equal"
- Unknown
AND
The cruelest lies are often told in silence."
- Robert Louis Stevenson
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie PIF by Friday.
700 points, ended November 10, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a spectacular piece, haunting imagery of the cemetery, and the nearby gilded domes of power, power no doubt constructed on the backs of the slaves. Beautiful poetry here. Congratulations on the HM!
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It's great to see someone take a leap and use both, and I think you did it brilliantly. This was so lovely, each line flowed well by itself and as a whole. Thank you
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Thank you Friday
for an intersting contest and the chance to write something with some meaning, thank you for the emerald cup...PK
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