The Silent Procession Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
The Silent Procession
No one remains to mourn their loss
If ever there were any then
I do not know, how can I know?
What laid them low so long ago.
Their tiny eyes were closed too soon
Their pink hands failed to grasp
The sun now sets without them
They are the silent procession
Their tombstone marks oblivion
Their names now barely visible
With no eyes to puzzle over
What was and will never be
Death plunges one into oblivion. Time wipes away even the last vestiges of memory and below the sod the deceased lie unattended and forlorn! That's the plight of all of us. The tone of melancholy in this poem is gripping! A powerful write! A 10
Life is so unpredictable and death is a monstrous reality. To think life will flow on as usual when we cease to exist. Sometimes deepest thoughts can take birth from reflections on life. Sterling inking.
The incidence of closing of tiny eyes provokes thought. But life is truth and death is also truth. Their tombstone marks oblivion and no one remains to mourn their loss. This poem brings deep emotion on reading. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned..10
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5/2/2024 1:26:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
ewxcuse poor typing please- -bad eyesight. This is superb literature being posted here- -and you post superb poetry quite often, Edmund. You gave no emotional quarter with this yet you did not go sentiumental- -but my heart was breaking for the forgotten and so brief lives. you tore me up with these so powerful verses 10+++++ and fav poem listy