Driving By The Boneyard Comments

I love the imagery - there is nothing so forlorn as a graveyard in winter. -chuck

This is a winter painting composed with a grim tenderness that is very touching. There is a graveyard high on a hill above my house where a lady poet lies buried beneath an epitaph which she composed herself. I wish she could know that she is an inspiration to my poetry. Perhaps she does. Fine poem. Regards, Sandra Fowler

Hugh, Layer upon layer building to a sobering crescendo. Beautifully executed. Gregory

i fully agree with dreux. well done! u.

A very moving poem here Hugh, beautifully constructed, thought provoking too. Love Ernestine XXX

Much emotion about mortality, and the souls desire to be heard even in our death. I am always in awe how the world goes on though missing such an important addition. Great poem and clear expression on the experience and thoughts of the author.

birth and death the great theme which haunts the heart and always the human yearning not death today comes anyway the hurt, the loss the immense stones to mark life gone crushing, utterly crushing until the deep immersion happens and a happiness then to be here for awhile as flesh then starlight or a falling leaf in place of human breath and in the end all One without blemish a wonderful poem