Tread gently
Tread gently
through the graveyard.
Beneath your feet
a dreamland lies.
The fortunate who
dwell in it
are free of all
worldly pains and sufferings.
They bask in eternal rest.
Tread gently
through the graveyard.
Comments
i fell in love with the dreamland beneath the foot. Such enchanting words and comparison. Great work
Ak
Ray thank you for your honest opinions on grave stones and graveyards.
To be brutally hones Abdul I think graves are like afterthoughts - just memories in stone, but important to us remaining (though less so today. It was a fetish in the Victorian times to engrave and romanticize and also to show wealth as a marker. The new terminus for the HS2 will be built on a graveyard several layers deep of bodies presently being excavated with extreme care for the historical narrative.
Ray
Paul thank you for your plausible comments. Of course there is no one in the graves. It is likely that they took the last train for the coast and are waiting there for us to join them?
Paul what a lovely way to depart this mortal coil accompanied by the said Beetles song.
Cheers for the like.
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Rasa Kabaila
Sat 18th Sep 2021 09:39
This is a beautiful poem, Abdul. Thank you for sharing this. I've always found graveyards to be such peaceful and calming places. I love the expression: to tread gently through the dreamland-beautiful.
Keep writing and smiling.
Best wishes,
Rasa