Cortege

Some moments linger in the aftermind,
their impact can be so immense:
a funeral procession in the mist,
the kind where no one seems to be alive,
that’s moving slowly to the graveyard’s fence,
the eyes that stare away into the past,
the thin old man who’s burying his wife,
the silence now, as she is no more here.
We think of our death, perhaps, or fear
the moment when it’s time to go at last.

But in the cortege, see, there is a boy,
who looks at life without a single doubt.
He pinches roses from the coffin lid
and full of joy he waves one in his hand.
His smile is making all the fog clouds go,
before the sad procession comes to end.
We find the burial went well and calm.
Some moments linger in the aftermind.
their impact can be so immense:
a funeral procession in the mist.

Comments on: "Cortege" (10)

  1. 🙂

    From me to you, Cookie

  2. I love the contrast here Ina, life and death in the same moments.

    This is really good, I love it

    L&H xx

  3. This is your writing at its most powerful, Ina! As Christine said – every moment is full of these contrasts – in the midst of death … is life. And on and on it goes …

    I am going to try to catch up on as many of your posts I can in the next couple of days! I hate to miss out on any!

  4. Your “Cortege” has got itself into the mind’s eye & lingers with great effectiveness;
    very good write, my dear Poetess-Ina…

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