The Graveyard
Sanaa -
October 22, 2017
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I stood, murmuring to reticent moon
as autumn adorned with russet and gold
blew past the graveyard harshly
binding with briars, past hopes and dreams.

I held onto the remains of a wilted rose
reminiscing beneath the morning sun.
Torn amid right and wrong, I had forgotten
what’s real, and now shades of forbearance
have woes concealed.

I gazed upon the fading hues of green,
as autumn gestured to the begrudging trees,
binding with briars, past hopes and dreams.

 

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56 Responses

  1. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    October 22, 2017 at 3:29 am

    This is so bittersweet, the love that passes across the abyss of death… and so romantic.

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  2. Susie Clevenger says:
    October 22, 2017 at 4:51 am

    Love binds but all remains to cling to is a wilted rose…beautifully written melancholia.

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  3. kanzensakura says:
    October 22, 2017 at 5:58 am

    Bittersweet and melancholy. The rose that grows also wilts.

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  4. Gina says:
    October 22, 2017 at 1:55 pm

    Oh the silent sobs of the heart that is left behind XXX

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  5. Kim M. Russell says:
    October 22, 2017 at 2:21 pm

    Ooh, briars in the graveyard binding hearts and bones with such a bittersweet romantic tone. I love the final triplet, Sanaa, but shouldn’t it be ‘I gazed’, in keeping with the rest of the poem?

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  6. kaykuala says:
    October 22, 2017 at 6:30 pm

    as autumn gestured to
    the begrudging trees,

    A very classic way of putting it Sanaa!

    Hank

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  7. Kerry says:
    October 22, 2017 at 8:20 pm

    The repeating line conveys a wistful mood, in keeping with the season and lost hopes and dreams.

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  8. Mary says:
    October 22, 2017 at 9:50 pm

    I can really picture this pensive scene, Sanaa. There is something about an autumnal graveyard this time of year.

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  9. Sherry Blue sky says:
    October 22, 2017 at 9:55 pm

    I love the repeated line, and the beauty of the scene described.

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  10. John Buchanan says:
    October 22, 2017 at 10:35 pm

    Hi Sanaa, this is a lovely poem, full of beautiful imagery, thanks for sharing it.

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  11. Jamztoma says:
    October 22, 2017 at 10:49 pm

    How beautiful, you told it so tenderly and brilliantly. I loved this Sanaa!

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  12. Vandana says:
    October 22, 2017 at 11:19 pm

    A faded life..

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  13. Thotpurge says:
    October 22, 2017 at 11:26 pm

    Great atmosphere in the opening verse…

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  14. Laura Bloomsbury says:
    October 22, 2017 at 11:40 pm

    of all these lovely lines, I love the reticent moon.

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  15. gillena says:
    October 23, 2017 at 12:21 am

    This is definitely my favourite image Sanaa

    “as autumn gestured to the begrudging trees,”

    much love…

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  16. Sumana Roy says:
    October 23, 2017 at 12:28 am

    Autumn is quite a character here. All the images are so poignant.

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  17. Myrna says:
    October 23, 2017 at 1:50 am

    Such a beautiful way to describe grief. It has its own wilting beauty. Lovely witing.

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  18. Julian says:
    October 23, 2017 at 2:27 am

    Beautiful poetry, as always.

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  19. Colleen LOOSELEAFNOTES says:
    October 23, 2017 at 2:27 am

    The disappearance of the summer is haunting. I love to murmur at the moon.

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  20. Paul says:
    October 23, 2017 at 3:56 am

    Hopes and dreams bound is so melancholic.

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  21. Donna@LivingFromHappiness says:
    October 23, 2017 at 4:48 am

    Absolutely beautiful as you weave this metaphor….and how I feel somedays as autumn wanes.

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  22. Just Barry says:
    October 23, 2017 at 6:21 am

    I love the melodic pace you create here. Though the subject matter is full of bone-chilling loss, the tempo has an intriguing pulse.

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    October 23, 2017 at 6:31 am

    A lovely riff off Blake. I particularly like the ‘begrudging trees’.

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  24. Audrey says:
    October 23, 2017 at 7:21 am

    I love your middle stanza –lush and multilayered in meaning–

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  25. Wendy Bourke says:
    October 23, 2017 at 8:19 am

    ‘autumn gestured to the begrudging trees’ … what a visual … what an image … what a metaphor. An awesome poem!

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  26. Magical Mystical Teacher says:
    October 24, 2017 at 4:09 am

    Hopes and dreams bound with briars? Ouch! 😉

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  27. Margaret says:
    October 25, 2017 at 1:25 am

    I have a few flower petals preserved… love the line “held onto the remains of a wilted rose”

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  28. Sarah Russell says:
    October 25, 2017 at 1:03 pm

    “…autumn gestured to the begrudging trees…”. Love this!

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