Cemetery

As a kid,

I thought a cemetery a creepy place.

All those bodies...

DEAD!

The ashes of thousands of; DEAD people - creepy! 

I mean,

as a kid you're afraid of that 'thing' that might be under your bed,

or that 'thing' that might be hiding in your wardrobe,

Cemeteries?

Anyway,

why would anybody want to buy a house next door to a cemetery?

I mean; all that going on next door to your house!

Isn't life creepy enough?

So cemeteries...

NO!

Now that I am older I find them fascinating places,

peaceful places,

almost comforting. 

They sort of lend credence to the story of an afterlife,

maybe?

They pose many questions; like

"Who were these people?",

"What did these people do?" and,

"How come they ended up in here?".

Questions flash through my head.

"Who are the people who come to tend to some graves?"

but more to the point,

"Who are the people who don't come to tend other graves...

and why don't they come?!"

Cemeteries are now comforting places to me.

There's nothing I like more than an early morning visit to a cemetery,

quiet and peaceful. 

With a low morning sun,

maybe some mist,

I like to walk around,

chatting to the people lying there,

so they're not being totally forgotten,

and of course this eases me into my own; inevitable demise.

Anyway; if I walk 'round and chat to these people...

maybe someone will come round a chat to me!

Maybe!

(Haiku)

Laying in the bath

listening to the rain. Glad

to be in the dry

My Piece of the Sky

There in my window

'cross the vastness of space,

a visitor came passing

but left without trace.

In the still early morning

'cross the dark morning sky,

It came then it went

in the blink of an eye!

Thank you shooting star for making my day,

sorry you hadn't time and weren't able to stay.

Maybe we'll chat some; when next you pass by...

but thank you for visiting my piece of the sky!

In A Forest

If I wasn't wearing a face covering in a forest 

but there was no one there,

did anybody see me?

Where (When I was young)

When I was young,

when I was just a child,

where were all the friends I was yet to make?

Where were all the dances I was yet to dance?

And where were all the poems I was yet to write?

When I was young.

Where,

when I was young,

when I was just a child,

Where were all those endless summer days yet lived?

Where were all the tumbles and grazed knees,

and where were all those lyrics I had yet to learn.

When I was young.

Where,

When I was young,

when I was just a child,

where was that one that would steal my heart,

where was the one person that would change my life,

and where were all the great times that we would have together?

When I was young.

And where,

where was all the distress,

where was all the loss I would suffer?

Where was all the hurt,

where was the life that that would shape?

When I was young

For now here I am,

no longer young,

no longer a child.

Where are all the people I am still yet to meet,

Where are all the experiences I'm yet to experience...

and where are all the dances I'm yet to dance!

(Haiku)

Is there anything

as fragile as a cobweb;

blowing in the breeze?