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Boneyard Spring

I used to play in graveyards as a child.
Green grass beneath the sun.
Flowers and flags sprouting like mushrooms
Scattered among gray slate.
And towering statues.
Blind and benign stone.

When I babysat at church
The big kids would steal the playground.
I took the little ones to the cemetery.
Let them climb about the headstones,
Touch the flowers,
Lie on the pretty lawn.
Spirits in motion
Lives like petals unfolding
Over those whose days had passed.
Whose flowers had turned brown.

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  • hezakiah
    October 17, 2009

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    You incite me to think!

    I like this. Shame on us big kids who can be so selfish. I appreciate the whole poem, but especially like this image:

    Spirits in motion
    Lives like petals unfolding
    Over those whose days had passed.


  • Whenitefallz
    September 23, 2009
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    Ohh, I love!! So darkly sweet.

  • Lady Mak
    June 12, 2009

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    What a lovely imaginative write ... I thought it was great how you brought life to death...

    and laughter to grief in such a thoughtful way as children at play ... tastefully done.

    This poem made me smile at the clever and beautiful way you worded it ... my daughter has sadly died and if I saw children playing nearby I would smile.

    Thank you for such a pleasant write that made me smile.


  • moaner
    June 6, 2009

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    wow, this is fantastic subjest to work on. An eerie place to set it, but a wonderful scene that unfolds. great work xxx


  • Juggalette Sammy
    April 22, 2009

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    The imagery in this poem is so amazing. Its great. I could picture myself in that moment. You're a great writer, and keep it up!!


  • Umi Juvariel
    April 9, 2009

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    The title really brought me into this piece, and I was not let down. This was different for sure, but I enjoyed your theme and the idea that so many people would find taboo. Excellent write and good luck in my contest.


  • Kathleen a Nazarene
    April 6, 2009

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    What an

    incredible juxtaposition here that's written amazingly well. Personally I'd present this differently. I'm going to send you a 'suggested edit' when I've the time. I love the content, the imagery & the story you tell here in the way you do. This is a powerful gift you have Sarah! Trust you'll do well in the Contest.

  • AlwaysbeBIG
    April 5, 2009

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    Well well...

    It's a nice poem about the cruelty of children, and the passage of time...A poignant reminder, our days are numbered.
    I really enjoyed the imagery throughout the poem...I think it could use a little work on the flow...A few periods don't belong where they are I think, but aside from that, I really enjoyed it!

    I also enjoyed the comparison between playgrounds and cemeteries..How the cemeteries were almost better than the playground...the pretty lawn..the flowers..climb about the headstones..unfolding petals...Just very nice imagery~




    BRANDON

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