Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac,
a gathering in black fallen from the sky.
With lemon faces we shadow the next.
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A thoughtful poem indeed....10 I invite you to read my poems
Beautiful poem with indpeth meaning. Very true said in few lines. Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac, a gathering in black fallen from the sky. With lemon faces we shadow the next. We are the next and will be carried to funeral. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.
this is a great poem...strong writing with deep emotional impact...excellent
Some day each of us be a star of the show Waiting for men in black to carry us below Shadows walking for one who ever again won't......... Very good poem Sir and welcome to my page
Some day each of us be a star of the show Waiting for men in black to carry us below Shadows walking for one who ever again won't......... Very good poem Sir and welcome to my page
Fine and economical writing. I like the reference to crows.not sentimental John
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Funeral sorrow draped in the sorrow of loss, no more love for a shadow even to follow. Melancholy, but an apt description of death at a funeral. Everyone is numb, yet tears will flow. Great poem, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn