Reminiscing Poems
A Little While
by Chelsea Peterson
The urge to frolic in the moonlight and chase the stars is greater than ever
Patterns, skies, and dark are familiar reminders of what will be
Plain circles swirl around and spiral out of control lifting everything that we have with them
Taking into consideration our plights, we long for continuity
There is no danger in being real, we are only here for a little while
cemetery
by Red Brick Keshner
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......
cemetery
by Red Brick Keshner
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......
A Little While
by Chelsea Peterson
The urge to frolic in the moonlight and chase the stars is greater than ever
Patterns, skies, and dark are familiar reminders of what will be
Plain circles swirl around and spiral out of control lifting everything that we have with them
Taking into consideration our plights, we long for continuity
There is no danger in being real, we are only here for a little while
