The Flowers Lay Upon The Lawn Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
The Flowers Lay Upon The Lawn
The flowers lay upon the lawn
A tribute on each sad bouquet,
The fond farewells and blessings
To a loved one who had died,
The white carnations spelled her name
Across the grass on which they stood,
While relatives all dressed in black
Were standing side by side.
Along the path unto her door
'Twas fitting now that it was locked,
It once was always open
To a kind and welcome friend,
The curtains closed the windows shut
From whence she used to sit and stare,
And watch the days go drifting by
Until her life did end.
As weeds within the borders grew
Within the garden that she loved,
And used to tend with pride and joy
Until she grew too old,
And had to watch it slowly fade
That brought such pain into her heart,
For how she used to love the spring
Emerging from the cold.
And as the hearse drew up outside
They wiped away their hollow tears,
For they had seldom seen her
Till the day she breathed her last,
She'd prayed for them each lonely night
And yet her love was not returned,
But at the reading of the will
They wept that she had passed.
Andrew, you have so much empathy for this lady and it is admirable you care for others like you do. The poem flows divinely and your rhyme and rhythm as usual is faultless. Fancy the flowers spelling out her name, and it creates a beautiful picture in my mind. 10 love Karin
A piece filled with beauty and sadness at the same time. Thanks for sharing, Andrew.
Your share so many lessons in your writing Andrew and this one is to be no exception Amazing work again by you, , , so much feeling put into your work Take care..all the best Love duncan X
this is a very well composed poem indeed., I loved the way you bring out emotions.... very touching piece.. you kept the poignant aspect through out, ... very good.. nice..10 cheers shan
There is a more than touch of angst (and irony?) in this sombre poem about death and the 'hollow' grief that is so often part of the funeral ceremony. So sad that those who turn up to 'pay their last respects' do so out of duty rather than compassion. Your flowers upon the lawn are a fitting symbol of a life well lived. Beautifully written as usual, Andrew. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Andrew, much to like in this well written piece. Loved the line: 'As weeds within the borders grew'. Nice one.10/10 Regards, Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:50:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed there is no reciprocation of love as long as one is alive in this world. Only after death realisation dawns to many! True message nicely written!