The burial

Nothing to look forward to,
all is wasted on me now:
sunbeams can’t warm me,
even crying won’t relieve me
as my tears have no fluid left,
they are stones.

So much was there
when so much meant you:
the whispering water of the stream
and the sudden rainbow there.
The smell of coffee in the morning
and the jokes you told.

All was you,
my mind was filled
with you.
I connected all beauty
with your presence.

Now I carry heavy pebbles
to where I shall bury your memory,
where it is cold and shady
and no flowers want to grow.

this one is a bit gloomy but it got stuck in my head so I better let it out πŸ™‚

Comments on: "The burial" (12)

  1. Gloomy, maybe. An impressive piece of work, certainly.

  2. It’s sad, but very effective. I especially like the ending.

  3. It is all the more poignant for it.

  4. Some of the best poems are gloomy, aren’t they? I think you get your point across well, Ina, that life is very often, seemingly pointless…

    • Hi David
      thank you, it sometimes can be depressing. I am glad those periods always pass. Always! πŸ™‚

  5. The gloomy things need an exit…better to get them out of you where they can do less damage πŸ™‚

  6. It touches a deep chord with many, I’m sure, Ina…and so worth sharing!

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