Tarragon sepulchers
epitaphed repositories
telegraphed suppositories
Supplicants tarried, gone
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Hey, Neal! Glad to see new postings by you. On this one I’d be interested in your process for writing it. I think I get and affirm the thrust of what you convey but wonder, am intrigued, by the last three lines. Hoping ypu are well in body and spirit, Glen
Thanks, Glen! And glad to be back for a spell. An intermission in the craziness of recent life.
I normally write without attention to rhyme and meter, but was looking to construct something with symmetry, playing with sound and rhyme
I love cemeteries; they re-center my priorities, but that dissipates a few blocks away. I was a programmer once, so the last few lines reference a return to the chaos of life in such terms.
Wow this is darkish muse awesome and eloquent in wording and rhythm. Sublime poem with sepulchral terms employed perhaps in metaphor. Kudos I'm awed by this.
Thank you for stopping by, and for your gracious comments! Be blessed, good colleague. :)
This dismal cemetery walk provides a backdrop for decline, but this is only a phase...Chaos ends in new life...meatiness of mortality nourishes bones for the sprint through time.