' A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends............{ Author's Recommendation} Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

' A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends............{ Author's Recommendation}

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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 OF THE POEM
Nebe Albert 29 June 2015

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

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THANK YOU, Nebe

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Nebe Albert 29 June 2015

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

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Terry Dawson 15 November 2020

Soft words touched with meloncoly and respect - a pleasure to read them

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Mahtab Bangalee 01 July 2019

Flowers are always freshest when laid in the morning dew, still, ............/// superb and beautiful poetic expession

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Panagiota Romios 18 June 2019

Hello Frank..I am new here and love your poem. You draw the reader into your heart and the images. Fantastic. I posted a simple piem for openers, till I am used to the format here. Please forgive my simplistic entry.

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Khirod Dalpati 15 October 2017

Mind blowing poem Sir, Beautifully penned down and its quite scary the graveyard and death our uninvited guests...

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Thank You Khirod for your visit, read & generous comment ~FjR~

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Practicing Poetess 19 September 2017

This is so beautifully written- - You write like one of the great classic poets. They don't make them like this anymore. And of course, it's a 10. I look forward to reading more of your works.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 20 September 2017

Thank You for your visit, and your all too generous comment...I look forward to ensconcing in your work as well. ~FjR~

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