...and the light fades
In my passing
what will they say
as they gather round
the death display
will they shed a tear
for this pallid face
or feign a moment
of silent grace
the final glances
the final sighs
the final light
on sleeping eyes
the coffin closed
the voices fade
i watch them walk
through sun and shade
back to their homes
back to their lives
where perhaps a piece of me survives
posted by T Owen Stark at 7:40 PM
4 Comments:
I found you at Word Catalyst where I have poetry posted. Mainly writing about Icy the Bat, my daughter's creation.
Also I have a blog here on blogspot. Like yourself I lived in Maryland,and finished high school in Rockville Maryland.
Hope to hear from you.
Terry McDermott
By hoping that just something we have passed along is the only way any of us survive. Nicely put and by the by I have enjoyed your columns and other poetry that you've included in WordCatalyst. Thanks -
Perfectly expressed. I love the lines "the final glances, the final sighs, the final light, on sleeping eyes." If we don't leave memories, how quickly will we be forgotten?
beautifully painted. very touching and thoughtful.
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