Requiem Éternellement

in a digital world
i still work in a bit of an analog way
when i say hello
there is so much more that i want to say
feelings within
and how i see poetry in the universe
tiny things
the kind that all fit in a little hearse

i listen to grey's anatomy songs
but i never watch the show
i wonder if you listen too, or would you?
i guess i'll never know
and would you sing along with me
or when you are all alone?
these little lyrics form a requiem
my feelings on a gravestone

The Tragedy of War...and the Memory of a Rose

The tragedy of war...

it feels like one of life's greatest tragedies
i can say this since it's been two years
will i carry it within me for the rest of my life?
this inability to escape the memory of you
it makes no difference if i give in or fight
cowards and warriors cannot hide or win
the battle continues long after the war
and the miracle of it all is i have survived

...and the memory of a rose

there is a locket i wear all the time
yet there is no precious metal or picture of you
the memories of loss are the thorns of my heart
and thorns never made the flower less true
beautiful to the eye if not to the touch
yet every so often i hold on just so
and even if memories are not really you
i find it so hard to try and let go

The Visitors: A Sonnet

we visit graveyards to honor the dead
hearts and flowers crumble, falling below
softly touched headstones and prayers are said
silent remembrance for those long ago

our fingers trace name and years from the past
calling to memories and stories once told
their words are only heard by the green grass
making us ourselves fear for growing old

so we dance and laugh breaking into song
adding up dates impressed by the strong last
sorrowing for those who could not live long
mixed feelings for a couple whose years matched

then we depart like the leaves the winds stir
leaving nothing except for how they were