Oath
“A Very Old Cemetery” by Imre Nagy
grief sits a vigil enduring a hard granite
cold graveyard bench through the lonely
repeating of weathering seasons grief
keeps its own counsel keening in silence
surviving on memories sifting the air
for those traces of love promised never
to perish an oath against dying in trust to
the living if only the heart will believe
thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
By: Paul F. Lenzi on March 20, 2016
at 8:54 am
most welcome always!!
By: Ron DuBour on March 20, 2016
at 10:55 am