Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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' A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends............{author's Recommendation} - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

I'm taking a walk to the cemetery this morning,
be back before noontime for crumpets and tea.
I have two friends who died not so long ago;
they were brothers, treated me the same.
Had not spoken with them since that night.
The night it rained red glass and tears
'neath the stuttering lights on Dawsonstills Bridge.
Still, sometimes at night
i am awakened by the sound of it
somewhere still inside me.
You see, Death....will always find you, when it wants to

Thought it was time i stopped by to say hello
and along the way, i picked up a gift.
Habitual manners taken right to the grave...excuse the levity.
''Never visit someones home empty handed'',
that's what Mum always said.
Flowers are always freshest when laid in the morning dew,
still, by noon's end, they'll be wilting in the summer-haze,
laying still, decomposing...and my mind takes to thinking
just how morbidly apropos, this gift be,
as i knee-touch soft the spray by your stone.

[Now peace can be defined in myriad ways
But i sware, that serenity had draped its veil, where i stood;
And for the first time since their death, i sensed connection]

So, i filled them both in, on the towns latest skinny;
I could almost hear their voices upon the wind-whisps overhead;
Took a look at my watch...and it was time to head home.

Our time went by so quickly, did it not?
Like breeze through branches... leafless.
I really must leave, mortal duties, you know;
God, I really miss you guys...Can you hear me?

Yes, you're right, time, and destiny still be my keepers.
but i'll be back soon, to share more news and memories.

Just the three of us...yes, we will!

And as i head towards the black wrought iron gates,
i look back at the sea, of greystone and crosses,
and in a moment of self-pity, i shout to the sky: THIS IS IT? !
A sudden, stale mist tails me.....all the way home,
follows me like a pestilent cat, gone stray.

Made it back before noon, walked in to the scent
of tealeaf, and cinamon...voices of life.
Tea and crumpets taste freshest, before noontime,
and silk flowers on a table never wilt, decompose.

Think i'll take a drive into town, do my chores and such.
Take an alternate route, around Dawsonstills Bridge.
Then again, in truth... does it really matter?
You see Death will always find me, when it wants to.

.......Written August 14th,2007.......
Frank James Christopher Ryan, Jr.
........................F. j. R.........................

Comments about ' A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends............{author's Recommendation} by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

  • Silver Star - 3,898 Points Patricia Grantham (2/25/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    A very compelling yet ghostly write. Visiting our loved ones graves can be most sorrowful but your
    write makes it seem most bearable. A very good memoir. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,775 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/27/2015 3:05:00 AM)

    Hope this poem doesen't disappear! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,775 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/27/2015 3:05:00 AM)

    Hope this poem doesen't disappear! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Arti Chopra (8/21/2012 10:09:00 PM)

    Beautiful Poem Frank, so moving and evocative, , ...visited your site after a long long time... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Beth Johnson (7/4/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    I liked the last line.This is delightful.Amusing was your crumpets and tea.Very enjoyable read.So realistic.beth (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (10/17/2009 9:59:00 PM)

    what a lovely poem and take us along all the way..and very true death will find us when it wants too...a moving poem...take it into my favs (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sonya Florentino (9/24/2009 6:22:00 PM)

    i have an aunt who visits my uncle's grave every sunday without fail for many years now... we all wondered when she will eventually stop but we've realized she never will, not until she herself is lying there, beside him! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Shirley Hanley (9/15/2009 2:35:00 PM)

    Beautifully penned... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chitra - (8/26/2009 1:25:00 AM)

    that's a moving poem indeed. Sensitive and well written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 381 Points Patti Masterman (8/21/2009 9:57:00 PM)

    I am afraid of talking to the dead that they might answer back (smile) . Strange dichotomy
    between the living familiar world in our own home and the impersonal cemetery. I think that's the scary thing death does- it removes the individuality until it is all moss covered stones on a flat plain of sameness. You're right, death will always find you and there's no hiding from that. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shashendra Amalshan (7/28/2009 1:07:00 AM)

    this is worth reading indeed my dear sir! ! ! ! !
    very moving and narrative indeed.... there are some readers in this site, who dont wont to tire them self to read long ones......
    but you kept me interested through out, when such pieces are written i m sure.. people will enjoy poetry more..i mean i sort of like narrative ones better.... they add to the entertainment aspect of the poem...
    so this one is worth reading in many ways sir.... and you kept poignant aspect through out! ! !

    with loves
    shan... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,349 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/7/2009 12:01:00 AM)

    Like a diamond found in white sanded beach, this poem is a classy piece of art.
    The writing is excellent and not forced, it flows with so much intensity of emotions that take me to the cemetery and back. Lovely.10+++++++

    Cynthia (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 70 Points Indira Babbellapati (6/13/2009 6:16:00 AM)

    my mind stood still in solemn silence upon reading this poem... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,701 Points Is It Poetry (5/11/2009 7:07:00 AM)

    Death, bereavement, more than a few go unadorned to ride a train of tears that eat the years as tais upon the tracks.
    To ride this train without a ticket, and hope he throws one back, is a walk to miss my plot one spot through a field, of gold with empty pockets..This poem just trembles me, my niece of butterflies, once a light to fly no more..thank you..iip (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 110 Points Myrtle Thomas (4/20/2009 10:00:00 PM)

    Yes Frank death nor time wait for no man, though eternally living was instilled in us by our creator whom after mans fall still made a way for us to live eternally with him.You play magic with your poetry like a musician plays an instrument.A beautiful gift from the all mighty. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ridah Ellahi (3/25/2009 12:45:00 AM)

    i'm glad u shared this with would have been pitiful if i would have missed such a fine piece of writing. spectacularly composed and well expressed :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Nall (2/24/2009 10:52:00 PM)

    Masterpiece From a true master! I give thee a 10! Mesmerizing story directly related to our own mortality. Check out my Walking in Twilight, thanx frank! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 5 Points Vidi Writes (1/18/2009 12:37:00 AM)

    Dear ones, forever dear
    When alive or dead
    If one desires so
    Relation can still exist after death.
    There are many ways to maintain
    Dead or Live relations
    Not all can do this
    Those who love life only do it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Hunter Dasten (11/15/2008 12:57:00 AM)

    There is a certain air of profundity to this poem which I know will keep me thinking well after I've navigated away from I can see why this is your recommendation. Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie April Breeland (11/14/2008 12:05:00 AM)

    Your poem is well written. The imagery and message is great. The emotion comes from such divine picture that you portrayed and created. Great Job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 22, 2015

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