Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,072 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Headstones - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Laying,
soaked bones,
broken
in the dead earth,
roots whisper,
inhertance.

Their silent voices
repeat -
we are your ancestors
and we laid still
until your coming.
Now we unite
in grave terms
that will always
be hours
of time and history,
and symbols
on stones
that mark
our coming and going.

Sally Plumb


Comments about Headstones by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Rookie - 94 Points Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (6/4/2010 11:33:00 AM)

    ‘…we laid still/until your coming.’

    Indeed sad and ‘true-to-heart’…feeling…like ‘painfully yours’
    10/10+
    Ms. Nivedita
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  • Rookie - 0 Points nomad omnia (3/9/2010 7:41:00 AM)

    you have summed up that feeling...N (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2009



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