Showing posts with label graveyard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graveyard. Show all posts

In The Graveyard

After our deaths - when we're laid to rest
...no-one in the graveyard will care.
No-one will care that we thought ourselves 'the big cheese' of something - there's no power to wield in a graveyard.
No-one will care about the grandeur of our tombs
the family mausoleums in which we lay - leave that to the living!
No-one will care about the words carved onto our headstones - as touching as they are!
No-one will care about fresh flowers
regularly placed on a tidied grave.
No-one will care that you've chosen to leave no mark
to have your ashes scattered...
anonymously
feeding the deep lush grass of the crematorium gardens.
No-one in the graveyard will care!

Death comes to us all 
Be we black, white yellow or brown.
Who will we be in death?
No-one in the graveyard will care!

But...
who we were in life is more important.

Think about it!

Graveyard

A calm 
inevitablity
and silence
hang over this graveyard 
slow and peaceful 
the well tended grass
mown
beautifully edged
lush under foot
like the finest carpet
with underlay to match
and
in neat rows 
full with graves
headstones
carved
with stories to tell
some ornate
some simple
and to the rear
also in manicured rows
but empty this time 
equally well tended
next to the heap of clippings
but unused 
space
space in the graveyard
for you 
or for me 
if we wish
if we feel
this is the place
we'd like to be
forever more
when our days here...
   ...end


Graveyard

Went to graveyard to find a poem. 
The 21st century passes nearby here so,
no peace for its occupants.
Doves call out to each other
over the drone of a council mower.
The bin,
full with dead flowers awaiting their final resting place.
Shadows stretch from tilting headstones.
A sparrow jumps from stone to stone,
unaware of their significance. 
A squirrel makes a dash for it,
as,
briefly,
the noise abates.

The End of an Endless Road

If I thought the road before me was endless,
why would I care to travel it?
What is each step worth on an endless road?
Nothing!
If you treat life as if it were an endless road,
what is the point of even one more step?
It's pointless!

We must learn to enjoy the ride!
Look out of the window at the deer in the fields as we pass,
smile at the people we meet along the way,
stop and say 'hullo',
take time out to enjoy,
time with loved ones,
time with love.

...for, 
one day,
one day soon,
one day soon we will all end up in a graveyard, 
a graveyard like this one.
This one I sit in now!
One like any other,
one where squirrels chase the shadows to the end of yet another day,
another day that isn't yours.
Where bells chime,
but quiet reigns,
and gravestones stand,
until they can stand no more,
just a slightly unloved graveyard.

A graveyard at the end of an endless road,

(Haiku)

Respectfully walk
the graveyard's rich, soft grass. Rest
in peace everyone!