Sean Joyce

Rookie - 0 Points (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

At The Funeral - Poem by Sean Joyce

Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
when the cold cadaver light of day
takes one of those we love away

After the funeral
- when the funeral was over
- After we had buried him

We walked across the grass
We walked across the grass
leaving footprints in the dew

footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible

with him forever
And now, forever
footprints forever

looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
losing us all, forever


Comments about At The Funeral by Sean Joyce

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sean Joyce (8/25/2007 5:27:00 AM)

    Hi Greg
    Bit slow but I don't understand your comment.'Best regards, Sean (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 22 Points Gregory Collins (8/24/2007 10:50:00 PM)

    sentence upon sentence did you forget your own name (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011


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