Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

Gold Star - 49,150 Points (1960 / A Collection of Select Literary Works)

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

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

  • Bronze Star - 2,929 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/24/2015 8:30:00 PM)

    You see, Death....will always find you, when it wants to You wrote this fact of life so naturally and profoundly, ti strikes us all with the truth and reality -life is but a breath. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 935 Points Rachel Ann Butler (7/19/2015 1:43:00 AM)

    There comes a moment a time when we see infront of of life's end our fragile and short time we share. The reaper finds all. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 49,150 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/11/2015 4:39:00 AM)

    To The High Schools & Middle Schools of the GREENBURGH/EDGEMONT School District #9

    Welcome, and thank you for visiting my work today, this Saturday, July 11th,2015... The High schools and middle schools of Edgemont and Greenburgh have continued to achieve status in the upper 15% of The nation, which is an achievement all of you, both student body, and faculty, and certainly not to forget your dedicated administrators, who made this visit possible today should all be proud of...As a rule, I don't like to pin-point any specific work of mine to hone in on, however, those that appear on the first two pages of my jacket of work seem to garner the most visits on average. So I'm going to have to assume that if I've done anything right with pen in hand, that it wound up on the first two pages of work..LoL! .Hope you enjoy...And, BTW, this site has tens of thousands of members, many f good merit quality...Don't make today your only visit...make it your first of, many visits to the poem pages of some very polished Poet's and Writers. Finally, for any of you who have either dabbled, are dabbling and or have an itching to dabble in the beauty & sophistication of the Literary Arts.., I strongly recommend that you consider becoming a member.There is no membership fee, and you will have the works of tens of thousands from 5 continents at your fingertips, to read, study, critique, share and post your own work on a 24/7/365 basis. So, enjoy...and through my prv. email, please let me know what you're thinking...what you liked, disliked...anything you want to share with me...I can take it, trust me... I once was a well known(to internet sites & local poetry clubs) as a harsh, dragon mouth critic, you know, like Donald Trump, only broke! LoL!
    Frank James Ryan, Jr./ I.P.M...Library of Congress, Washington D.C./USA (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:03:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 385 Points Nebe Albert (6/29/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 662 Points Uriah Hamilton (6/16/2015 11:46:00 PM)

    Touching poem about the only real destiny, our demise. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 951 Points C. P. Sharma (5/15/2015 10:02:00 AM)

    Profound and moving.....Death will always find us one of the seven days, when it wants, the resting place after a long arduous journey. Very well penned FJR.
    . (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 49,150 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/4/2015 7:10:00 PM)

    A special Thank You to Messrs, Robert Rodrigo, William Cantorio, Vijay Rahman and the entire Senior Class at Woodrow Wilson H.S. for their choice to read and study my work today,05/04/15. It was my privilege to provide my work for your literature module, and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed your reading me!
    Frank J.Ryan, Jr./IPM (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 53,791 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (5/2/2015 3:41:00 AM)

    You see Death will always find me, when it wants to., , nice line

    yes death will
    and kill
    any one
    to spare none (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,903 Points Patricia Grantham (2/25/2015 12:09:00 PM)

    A very compelling yet ghostly write. Visiting our loved ones graves can be most sorrowful but your
    write makes it seem most bearable. A very good memoir. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 49,150 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/27/2015 3:05:00 AM)

    Hope this poem doesen't disappear! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 49,150 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/27/2015 3:05:00 AM)

    Hope this poem doesen't disappear! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Arti Chopra (8/21/2012 10:09:00 PM)

    Beautiful Poem Frank, so moving and evocative, , ...visited your site after a long long time... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Beth Johnson (7/4/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    I liked the last line.This is delightful.Amusing was your crumpets and tea.Very enjoyable read.So realistic.beth (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (10/17/2009 9:59:00 PM)

    what a lovely poem and flow..you take us along all the way..and very true death will find us when it wants too...a moving poem...take it into my favs (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sonya Florentino (9/24/2009 6:22:00 PM)

    i have an aunt who visits my uncle's grave every sunday without fail for many years now... we all wondered when she will eventually stop but we've realized she never will, not until she herself is lying there, beside him! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Shirley Hanley (9/15/2009 2:35:00 PM)

    Beautifully penned... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chitra - (8/26/2009 1:25:00 AM)

    that's a moving poem indeed. Sensitive and well written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 480 Points Patti Masterman (8/21/2009 9:57:00 PM)

    I am afraid of talking to the dead that they might answer back (smile) . Strange dichotomy
    between the living familiar world in our own home and the impersonal cemetery. I think that's the scary thing death does- it removes the individuality until it is all moss covered stones on a flat plain of sameness. You're right, death will always find you and there's no hiding from that. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 19, 2015


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