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The Humptulips Cemetery

by Susan Brown (Age: 55)
copyright 03-31-2008


Age Rating: 13 +

Grave day under the towering deep green pines of my childhood
The place where Della and Luther lay, the oldest of our old
Sunken pits of mossy growth settled into shallow dips
Hidden among the blackberry bushes of days long past

Pointy Celtic headstones rise skyward above the never ceasing fern
Most appropriately, Aunt Katheryn being the last turned in
Our poet, the dancer, the natural pick to watch over the rest into
Eternity

A vision to picture still, draped high upon her scalloped bar stool
Drink in hand, cigarette glowing, in bent sequin wrist fashion
Grayish golden pin curls bouncing left and right as open toed strapless
Shoes tap to her favorite tune of 1926

Twin Gothic iron rusting gates stand ajar waiting in eerie silence
Voices whisper softly as laughter fades under darkening evening light
I glance backwards blowing a kiss at those I leave behind
The one's who wait for me on the other side







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        05-30-2014     Mae Futter Stein        

Very well done, Susan. I know the Hump-tulips Cemetery, and you described it as I remembered it in my past, as seeing it and all the headstones that rise above the ferns. Memories of lost love ones that one day will greet you on the other side. Beautifully described and a lovely setting with the silence of voices that whisper softly, and the laughter of the past times. Thank you so much for sharing, Hugs....

        05-26-2014     Frank Fields        

Don't know how much more I can add from 6 years ago, but I'm sure I can think of something. LOL

Again, a very nice presentation, both technically and aesthetically. Let's hope that those who wait will understand that you've still some work left to do on this plane.

Fantasy Gothic. Needs careful handling and this was handled most well. They will wait most patiently, I'm sure. ^^

Frank :)

        07-07-2010     Leigh Gilholm Fisher        

This poem was very, very beautiful. The descriptions were were excellently written and very intriguing. It flowed very well and told an interesting story. Good work!


~Leigh of the Commenting Community

        10-25-2008     Diana Johnson        

i'm hiding under my covers. very inventive and intuitive write. death is life's biggest mystery and it is explored differently by everyone.

i like you exporation and take very much.

thanks so much. yours, diana

        05-12-2008     Jade Luke        

There's nothing I can say that wasn't said in the poem itself.
No words as beautiful as yours,
And no feelings as strong.
For me to make you feel the honor and love for this poem
I'd have to be you.

        05-09-2008     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

This was worth coming back to. I loved your choices of words. This paints such a wonderful picture of life and death. The imagery is superb. Great job, Anthony

        04-16-2008     Deborah Thomas        

Welcome to PNP!
A wonderful true-to-life (and death) piece. Colorful imagery, thought provoking. Something so familiar about the whole experience. A morbid amusement stirs within me concerning Aunt Katheryn being the last turned in. Unexpected word choice, but so obvious the description... reflects an insight learned by experience and need. Calming.
This is my favorite literary genre, and I see that your other titles are similar. Looking forward to reading it all.
Debbie

        04-03-2008     Frank Fields        

I like this one very much. ^^ Not because it deals with some of the mysteries of death, but more for the fresh and new way these are presented. At once sad, then glad, then sad again, all ending with enough to have it ended but enough left over for dessert. Beautiful imagery, sounds and colors, rhythm, meter, all technically superior. One of my favorite words--texture--is here in abundance. Delightful. Thank you. ^^

Frank :)



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