Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

Gold Star - 43,053 Points (1960 / A Collection of Select Literary Works)

' 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 soil...place 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

  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:03:00 PM)

    touching. Death and life, any who should wish not to die should not have accepted life the first place. Death, a cruel blessing to all and all life will be blessed with it. Nice work (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    Death and life, any who should wish not to die should not have accepted life the first place. Death, a cruel blessing to all and all life will be blessed with it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    touching * Death and life, any who should wish not to die should not have accepted life the first place. Death, a cruel blessing to all and all life will be blessed with it. nice work (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 582 Points Uriah Hamilton (6/16/2015 11:46:00 PM)

    Touching poem about the only real destiny, our demise. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 356 Points C. P. Sharma (5/15/2015 10:02:00 AM)

    Profound and moving.....Death will always find us one of the seven days, when it wants, the resting place after a long arduous journey. Very well penned FJR.
    . (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 43,053 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/4/2015 7:10:00 PM)

    A special Thank You to Messrs, Robert Rodrigo, William Cantorio, Vijay Rahman and the entire Senior Class at Woodrow Wilson H.S. for their choice to read and study my work today,05/04/15. It was my privilege to provide my work for your literature module, and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed your reading me!
    Frank J.Ryan, Jr./IPM (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 43,772 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/2/2015 3:41:00 AM)

    You see Death will always find me, when it wants to., , nice line

    yes death will
    and kill
    any one
    to spare none (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,650 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

  • Gold Star - 43,053 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/27/2015 3:05:00 AM)

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

  • Gold Star - 43,053 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 - 0 Points Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (10/17/2009 9:59:00 PM)

    what a lovely poem and flow..you 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 - 431 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

  • Bronze Star - 2,480 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 - 71 Points Indira Babbellapati (6/13/2009 6:16:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 22, 2015


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