Nancy Oyula

Rookie - 442 Points (Kenya)

By The Graveside - Poem by Nancy Oyula

Quiet as a dark night,

Ravishing flowers I sight,

Flatly and harmlessly lying on top of each other,

Mournfully looking,

As I joylessly walk,

No talk,

The tombstone appears sad,

Its sole companion; a dead lad.

I gingerly move around,

Glancing, gazing, glimpsing,

The lawns around look at me strangely,

Like I'm an intruder.

My presence makes them stare,

Do I look like I could scare?

Worry not,

Innocuous me is no foe, whisper I,

I came to see my crony,

A departed soul, a darling to me,

The lawns look on, more at ease now,

I advance my steps round and round,

Saying an orison for my departed one.

He's gone, but I feel the presence of his ghost.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about By The Graveside by Nancy Oyula

  • Gold Star - 16,861 Points John Westlake (10/2/2014 6:41:00 PM)

    They do say that many of the spirits of the dead do hang around where they are buried and do enjoy visits from their still living friends. Hopefully the one you visited did indeed appreciate it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

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