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I saw two people kneeling at graveside, tending the soil
flowering at their sides,
thet were facing each other
and talking to themselves in whispers.
Their bodies curled in the mist like yin and yang,
steam was rising from the rain-damp meadow
where cold stone monuments hold tribute to the dead,
a solemn moment.
A frame in time, stilled by the swiftness of the passing train,
and my curious glance
into oblivion.
Interesting topic. I love they way how you potrayed it in the last line. Good job.
Thank you elie26,
I really saw that happen so I wrote a poem about it^_^
hmm the last stanza is good but i can't understand the second 1.. sheesh :/
@RayMe,
you don't have to understand every poem you read, you know?
Lol.. really? but it would be a watse if i read it and not understand it..
yes, really,
not everyone can understand every poem they read,
I can relate to only a couple poems here even the ones I don't understand I'll still read them.
I love poetry and that is a really great poem!
I never really write poems so much as read them.