copyright 2009 by M. Dawn Blaloch
I wonder if the grave is cool and quiet
Endless aeons drowsing in the dark.
Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep
repose at last for arm and brain and heart.
Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep,
despairs all ground to dust, and hopes dissolved;
A chance to still the restless, beating heart,
I wonder if the grave is cool and quiet
Endless aeons drowsing in the dark.
Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep
repose at last for arm and brain and heart.
Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep,
despairs all ground to dust, and hopes dissolved;
A chance to still the restless, beating heart,
all loves forgotten and all fears resolved.
A chance to still the restless beating heart
Disperse, at last, the mind's be-fevered riot.
To slip, at last, the bond that bound life to us;
I wonder if the grave is cool and quiet.
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stlcatlady is a poet, blogger, and freelance writer of short stories, news articles, and other such oddments, many of which center around her favorite subjects: felines , philosophy, and folklore. You may contact her by sending email to stlcatlady1 at gmail dot com. Thanks for reading!
stlcatlady is a poet, blogger, and freelance writer of short stories, news articles, and other such oddments, many of which center around her favorite subjects: felines , philosophy, and folklore. You may contact her by sending email to stlcatlady1 at gmail dot com. Thanks for reading!
Cool poem. You express yourself so well with words.
ReplyDeleteall loves forgotten and all fears resolved
ReplyDeleteThere is the nugget of it. If we could just get free of the loves and the fears. If we are dying now and we didn't care about the loves and we didn't think about the fears maybe we would just die peacefully. I am watching a friend die of cancer. She will cross over soon. She desperately does not want to die. She cries and sobs about it. She wants to see her son get married among other things. Her loves are too large to deny.