Graveyard Scenes

[fjrogers]

Graveyard Scenes

Graveyard paints
graven image
on sloping land
and overgrown thicket-
accumulated weed growth
and long grass
from seasons unattended.

Head stones stand
like sentinel guards-
some erect
as soldiers' parade-
some listing
from age and moving ground
subsiding over time....
dating back generations
forgotten to modern ways.

Inscriptions clear
and fading....
eroded from weather
and changing winds-
revealing names
and dates-
a timeline of lives lost
to ill health
and ignorance
or superstition
overlooked in present moment.

Scenes move
like a rushing film
arriving short, abrupt
here and now-
the journey continues
in tides and cycles.
Light is handed on.

[paul]

>Scenes move
like a rushing film

I could see bits of scenes before I came to that part of the poem.

Are you part of some of the scenes?

[sammy]

New fields with new sentinels

💖

[fjrogers]

When we lived in England, I have strong memories of walking through church graveyards, in places we visited, and looking at head stones dating well back to the nineteenth century (when life was much shorter than it is now) and seeing how young people were when they died.

[sammy]

That would be an amazing memory! Thank you for sharing!

[foxfires]

just awoke from dream of 61 meter airmarked as cemetery



so wild guess of

of huh maybe the awakening of the dead going down