grave evening

      grave evening

one
by
one
i read
the names
of everyone
i’d ever known
on the headstones
wondered how
it came to
pass that i
was left here
alone
in evening
lay down
beside them
like a flower
broken in
storm
turned
soothingly
to ash
until the
wind dusted
me away.

evening, 22 june 2013
st andrews church, ridge rd, howick

3 Responsesso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Honoured by your comments, Sommer, John, yes, a short breath of ‘existential sadness’ as escapes us all by times, like John’s recent piece on looking at that clock in the dark.

  2. john keast john keast says:

    The sort of poem you hope will never end

  3. Melancholic divine, existential sadness

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