Touch of the Past

uneven, stony paths
overgrown,
my steps
disturb the leaves ~
a colorful blanket,
carefully draped

sweet sadness
grips me,
takes hold
and settles
my racing, agitated mind

rows and rows ~
gravestones,
towering high, majestic
some small,
cracked and bruised
frail and broken
forlorn?
forgotten?

old, they whisper
venerable
the earthen beds…
monuments in time

names, embedded in stone
moss-accentuated ~
i picture their faces,
and breathe life
into the Long Gone
one more time

the oaks’ heavy boughs
pick at my thoughts,
extract,
lift with ease, to join
trees’ leafy heads (up in the clouds) ~
as if they weigh nothing

and in the company
of the dead
i feel comforted,
for they know all the stories,
smile warmly
and never judge

and in the company
of the dead
i find
my heart,
my voice,
my sweet solitude.

… following dVerse‘s call for beautiful solitude. this is my place… where is yours?
___________________________
photo credits: jamiesanford.com

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32 thoughts on “Touch of the Past

  1. Wow, this awes me; truly it does. The dead have so many stories; and to think that you appreciate them as you do in your solitude takes my breath away. Thank you for this.

  2. This brought back fond memories of time spent in cemeteries in Alaska and Colorado. Each headstone or monument so interesting, revealing something about the family. I was most struck by the number of gravesites for the very young.

  3. i love walking the cemetery as well..in the autumn with all the fallen leaves, it’s a double reflective mood and atmosphere…i always find it sets things into perspective…teaches us about time and dimension…

  4. They are the best listeners… they understand because they’ve lived it. I use to wander through old graveyards and think about the people.

  5. Cemeteries are the perfect place for these ruminations, gentle and slipping away from the rest of the world, surrounding by a crowd that makes no demands. Enjoyed it.

  6. Yes, we can still learn so much from the dead. There is a serenity about walking through a graveyard, reading the headstones, deeply touching to see the young lives gone though. Very reflective, poignant and yet not sullen because you give it life and not sorrow. Beautiful.

  7. This poem leaves me with a surprisingly warm feeling. Particularly smitten by its ending..

    “..and in the company
    of the dead
    i find
    my heart,
    my voice,
    my sweet solitude.”

    The beginning could be stronger for me, but the concluding stanza and colourful tributes to the dead in the middle are very touching and more than make up for that. From what I’ve read so far of the other submissions, this is the only one that uses a graveyard as it’s inspiration, which is obvious when I think about it, but well chosen and well executed too.

    • you caught me, i had a lot of trouble figuring out how to start the flow – too many thoughts circling… but i’m happy i managed it ‘halfway’ decent.
      thank you for reading 🙂

      • Hey, it’s way more than halfway decent. For me to say that the beginning could be a bit stronger is NOT a criticism, except to say that the poem as a whole is so strong that all it would take is a slight tweak of opening lines and this would be one seriously good poem! I always hope that in these sessions someone will make constructive criticism of my own work, but sometimes I feel this lovely group of people are being too kind.

        Anyway, now it seems like I’m trying to wriggle out of this one :-/. But, to be honest, if I didn’t like this poem so much, I wouldn’t have wasted the time on it.

      • oh, do not get me wrong… i LOVED your comment for what it was. honest and inspiring. i thank you very much for it!
        no need to wriggle out of anything, absolutely! 🙂
        i wish there was more constructive criticism, too – it helps to grow… and since i am fairly new to this ( just ‘discovering’ what my quill can do), i always appreciate an honest word.

        edit:
        it would not leave me alone… 😉
        http://nephiriel.wordpress.com/2012/09/22/touch-of-the-past-rewritten/

  8. your place of solitude requires more bravery than I can muster. I love the line “they smile warmly and never judge” quite an imagination you have.

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