Tombstone Soldiers



Mourning tombstone soldiers 
dressed in finest sundial hour hands
march across dewy emerald time

Under morning light of present day,
sleep wars in history’s cold tomb,
tears long dried on granite stone

Cannons guard chime tower door,
stained glass tribute to heaven’s gate,
while bones retreat in honored decay

Only visitors: a flock of geese,
a crow perched on carved marker,
on distant hill, a gravedigger stirs

The bloody battles long resolved
for these heroic souls of yore,
stories buried along with wounds

Volunteers, conscripts, nurses,
some far too young for their fate,
in death: silence of peace screams pain

Tick tock, ethereal boots walk,
history wise to be remembered,
alas, too easily repeated, forgotten

 

~ Emily C.

9.28.17

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All photography mine. Spent my morning walk at the cemetery today. I pass it frequently and have noticed how beautiful it is in the morning so I thought I’d change up my routine a bit. Peaceful, quiet, solitary (well, not quite).

I even stumbled upon the burial plot of the Denny family, the original founders of the city of Seattle. Big name around here…there are major streets and park named after them, but I didn’t know they were buried here, so that was a nice surprise.

Paid my respects to the veterans memorial cemetery. And probably have a decent supply of inspiration just from spending about an hour there today. You may get more cemetery-inspired poetry.

 

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Sieve

The stars ran through my fingers

Like cosmic sand through human sieve

For so long I wanted to keep one

Hold its eternal fire in my hands

Now that they were falling

Far from black velvet sky

I could see they had no home

And certainly were not mine

So leaving cracks, they filtered

A brief kiss within my palm,

Leaving scars, they seared,

But all I felt was calm

The stars ran through my fingers

A beauty not caught nor kept

No cage can hold them locked away

No heart can claim their crypt

 

~ Emily C.

9.26.17

 

***Author’s note: I don’t know where it came from…I just had an image that I wanted to paint, which is all pretty much new to me…then the poem came. And then, I thought, why not combine them? I’m certainly no accomplished artist, but this is a fun way to express poetry.

Mixed media on canvas. (acrylic, paint Sharpies, paper, pen, glue stick)

Undead

this
cold exhumed heart
your rusty shovel dug
out from quicksand mud
long buried
with the blind worms
dinner for turning earth
resting in silent peace
sleeping free
now
seeing light again
speaking fright again
beholden to the holder
the warm hand
it rests within
waiting
for a compression
a resuscitation
one beat
to start them all
blue to red
love’s undead

~ Emily C.

9.20.17