Pine Box ~ #OpenLinkNight ~ @dVersePoets
Shadows, gray dust settling
silhouettes dancing
though the symphony is silent
Sunbeams know not of the darkness
for the veil lies heavy
crushed velvet, scent of ancestors
ghosts cry from behind the curtain.
Beckoning, luring
bloodline, entanglement
The long white box
carelessly perched upon the cement
where headstones topple
It's perfume is the scent of decay
despite the newness of its package
and the petals turn to dust
left to be blown to the cosmos
on the breath of the forgotten
T'was not the wind
that caressed your cheek.
Mythic battles of conquered hearts
broken, bruised
left to die
as lungs grow blacker
ensnared now
by dreams never to be forgotten
as they march on through eternity
and dance upon the graves.
silhouettes dancing
though the symphony is silent
Sunbeams know not of the darkness
for the veil lies heavy
crushed velvet, scent of ancestors
ghosts cry from behind the curtain.
Beckoning, luring
bloodline, entanglement
The long white box
carelessly perched upon the cement
where headstones topple
It's perfume is the scent of decay
despite the newness of its package
and the petals turn to dust
left to be blown to the cosmos
on the breath of the forgotten
T'was not the wind
that caressed your cheek.
Mythic battles of conquered hearts
broken, bruised
left to die
as lungs grow blacker
ensnared now
by dreams never to be forgotten
as they march on through eternity
and dance upon the graves.
The awesome pen wielder and dVersePoets founder Brian Miller will be the MC for tonights OpenLinkNight. How could you miss it? Linking up at 3 poets! See you soon.
Comments
Sunbeams know not of the darkness
for the veil lies heavy..really like these lines...and death is still death despite the freshness you know...
Mythic battles of conquered hearts
broken, bruised
left to die...they all have stories...and these lines open that up for me...
I think this poem describes perfectly why I like them so much.
"dreams never to be forgotten"... so much humanity and history all in one place.
I really love this piece!
on the breath of the forgotten
T'was not the wind
that caressed your cheek... and actually i love going to cemeteries...still a bit sad that i wasn't able to make it to woodlawn cemetery when i was in nyc...so much history and sounds weird - but also hope in these places...
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/22/the-thunder-rolls/
I hope I am not being too grim, but I just wanted to share what this piece evoked for me. It's a great write, gritty and real.... Just like death and loss.
"left to be blown to the cosmos
on the breath of the forgotten
T'was not the wind"
I've always liked the phrase "pine box" - it's almost like trying to hide the smell of death. :)
I really enjoyed this one as spirits always reside in this place and they all have their own unique story.
though the symphony is silent"
Great write, Natasha. Like some of the others here, I like walking in cemeteries; so much history beneath one's feet.
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/05/21/always-and-forever-ironweed-dammit/
despite the newness of its package"
So cool, a great write Natasha.
As your mind runs to and fro
Maybe a ghoul or two on the go
And the tales that pile up and show
Are right here in your verse
As the words fill your purse
I love cemetaries, too....there is such peace above the ground there..and of course, below.
A lovely, evocative poem. Haunting in the best way.
Lady Nyo