Humptulips Cemetery
by
Susan Brown
(Age: 49)
copyright 04-03-2008
Age Rating: 13 to 127
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 barstool
Drink in hand, cigarette glowing
In bent sequin wrist fashion
Grayish golden pin curls bouncing left and right as open toed strappy
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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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.
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
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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
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. ^^