Paul Gerard Reed

Bluebells - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

Time has grown over these plots
Of broken down plinths
And ragged headstones
With their faded engraving
Surnames, still proud in capitals
And dates from long ago;

The world has moved on
And left them sleeping underground
Here they lie, neglected, forgotten
Lonely in their spring-shaded place
The dappled sunlight caresses each marker
And the bluebells grow everywhere

We stand in respect for a moment
And hear the stillness of the breeze
That blows through our minds
We are captive on this earth
A dying breed forever
A victim of our own times

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Bluebells by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Silver Star - 3,530 Points Dilantha Gunawardana (10/13/2015 4:15:00 AM)

    A very nice tribute to the human race..........thought provoking in every sense.... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 260 Points Colin Cedar Bell (5/18/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    Nice contemplative poem. We are captives of this Earth- until we fly away as the stars. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,415 Points Phil Soar (10/28/2014 9:30:00 AM)

    Excellent, really enjoyed reading this. Well thought out and constructed. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (7/3/2014 6:12:00 PM)

    a dying breed forever a victim of our own times. so true some good writing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 127 Points Diana Rosser (6/16/2014 9:20:00 AM)

    This is a really atmospheric poem. I enjoyed picturing the images your words create, grave yards are wonderful places in spring. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 238 Points Patrick Ladbrooke (5/28/2014 2:04:00 AM)

    Real atmosphere and very current. Church yards are great places for reflection, even if you are not particularly religious, they hold a real sense of the past. The bluebells are are great link with the living.

    Ps I like your summary in your profile. Unless it's humour you 're writing (which seems to come from the head) everything in poetry needs to come from the heart. It's what poetry is all about in my view anyway! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 397 Points John Brown (5/23/2014 3:42:00 AM)

    Even amongst decay and death, there is still life. I love bluebells - one of my favourite plants as a boy. Nice poem Paul. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2014

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