General Poetry posted March 29, 2020

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A walk in the pioneers' cemetery.

The Promise of Life

by LisaMay

Her beseeching face contrite,
a fallen angel gazes heavenward
amidst chipped wings and rusted iron lace.
Decorations for the departed crumble
in a tangle of dog rose blooms
swaying in the autumn breeze.

Carving names for themselves,
the ancestors' toppled headstones
lie broken -- haphazard within
the terraced hillside's daisied avenues.
Remnants of remembrance in mottled marble
mock the stability of success.

In spirited upheaval,
a tree thrusts through concrete.
The earth cracks a grave smile,
amused by mere Man's vanity --
his monumental insignificance.
When Death itself is dead,
Life will still go on


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Author's Note:
Under Covid19 lockdown here in New Zealand, we are allowed to get exercise by walking in the neighbourhood. I am lucky to live in an interesting older suburb, and took the opportunity to go for a walk yesterday in the heritage Northern Cemetery (figuring I'd be safe amongst people who were dead already). My poem makes it seem that everything is broken in the cemetery, but many graves have been restored. As a keen photographer, the wealth of monuments and decorative details in the cemetery are very appealing.
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