Sean Joyce

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

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 The Funeral by Sean Joyce

  • Rookie Michael Phillips (3/10/2006 4:47:00 PM)


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  • Rookie Cora Fazio (1/1/2006 8:00:00 PM)

    Let me say that this poem is very different from any I have ever read. Yet I understood
    it completely, because it was exactly how I felt that day. The sun was shining the ground was moist. My heart was buried with him that day. Sean my son was an air-traffic controller at O'hare. I noticed you were from Chicago. He was a beautiful son. He never left home without giving me a kiss. I miss him so much.
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  • Rookie Sara Watson-Roy (12/28/2005 3:16:00 AM)

    This poem's a little uneven, you rhyme in the first stanza, not in the rest-but beautifully rendered and poignant. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 22, 2006

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