poetry

Stones of the Graveyard

GRaveyard Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Stones of the graveyard
Once lived in the hills yonder
Where the owls hooted

at night

Still, you can hear their longing
For that place they once called home

Oh, why did they take
All those stones from the mountain
Making it a platte

of water

Only to rest around death
Leaving souls to wonder why

Could they not see
That which is natural stone

Had a place to be

Called away from nature’s home
Crumbling for the last of life

Only death could find
A better way to live than this
Ashes forth and gone
Leaving the life instead for
Many birds and many songs

…..

This is in response to the Living Poetry December Visual Poetry Prompt

Perhaps you would like to join in.

 

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