The tranquil winds murmur beneath the church steeple,
bending grass blades in grief over gardens of people.
Each furrow's well-tended, irrigated with tears
every plot marked by stones, with the name and the years.
Here lies: Daisy, and Rose, Poppy, and Mum
near a Jack-In-The-Pulpit, Now resting His tongue
Here lies: Babies Breath wilted, and nearby Sweet William
Oh, how Holly, and Heather's cheeks once glowed Vermillion
Black-eyed Susan, Violet, Alfalfa, and Hazel
Olive, and Myrtle, Timothy, and Sweet Basil
Belladonna, and Lily, Marguerite, and dear Iris
Near a Wandering Jew who was felled by a virus
Here's Veronica, Ginger, Sweet Pepper, and Jasmine
over Solomon's Seal, Bleeding Hearts mourn what has been
Here Wormwood surrounds each Old-Man-In-The-Spring
Bugleweeds blow out taps, Birds-Of-Paradise sing
Walk softly dear mortals, with your Bittersweet thoughts
where Bluebells toll silent, over Forget-Me-Nots
For whatever men plant in the depths of Earth's womb
God will soon resurrect, and again they may bloom
Thus the winds murmur gently beneath the church steeple,
over harvests forthcoming in the gardens of people.
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Author notes
Option # 4
A contest entry
- HAPPY CONTEST. My first contest only 1 rule! must rhyme. by K1r5ty.
900 points, ended December 29, 2007, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow this is a beautifully written piece...like all of your pieces...lol but I really like this one A LOT! How you made a garden of people! Very creative and well done!
Good Luck in the contest! You really do deserve Gold! -
This is exactly what i was looking for with option 4# The way in which you spoke about death as the start of a new life was brilliant and the way it all revolved around names of flowers was very clever!!
So glad you entered my contest well done!! -
i love the way you have used herbs and flowers in this one. they mean a lot to me and give a personality to the people you speak of. a sad piece and yet hopeful... i believe in the next life and i would want to come back as one of your natural pieces. life hurts
hugs,
feral,
xxx
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