Cold winds of mortality ruffle feathers
Raindrops disavow salt silver tears
On hard cold marble.
Sixty-two summers watching over Henry
Through joy and anguish
Offering sweet silent syllables of hope.
Keeping the darkness at bay
Protective and non judgemental
Treading lightly, an immortal presence
...Never seen but sometimes sensed.
Author notes
I’m afraid the head stone is far from simple but I rather liked the sculpture of the angel. His full name is George Henry March but he was known as Henry. He rests in the old village churchyard at Farnborough Kent.
A contest entry
- The Invitations Keep Coming... by Dalaney.
1600 points, ended September 13, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm here to learn, you are all poets so I respect your criticism.
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very nicely penned for the prompt . . liked "Cold winds of mortality" and "Offering sweet silent syllables of hope" . .good luck in the contest !!
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