DUST TO DUST
I've seen too many coffins of late
flowers arranged lying in state
fragmented thoughts
flayed emotions
too many cars in black
too late for the seance of reason
the holding of hands
to contact the dead
too late, too late
when breath has ceased
the spirit released
Too many eyes
haunted by questions
betrayals of trust
too many coffins
too much dust.
raypool
Sun 14th May 2017 19:15
For all comments on this I deeply thank you :
Suki: It's funny but even after repetitions funerals can always throw up new repercussions; I try to rise above them. It was so fresh in my mind (the day before).
David, so nice that my voice came over ungarnished, I tried to deliver it with feeling. This funeral was of Lynn's ex husband's wife, so a very strange mix of emotions all round. Although we both had no hard feelings for her, the past stain of hate came crashing in for her.
Thanks Keith very nice that you like my work - I sense honesty in your stuff. I tried to keep this simple.
Well that is so nice Rachel, it means a lot believe me. I do have a very eclectic approach so that's good!
Kevin, honesty in this situation is the best policy - no use trying to be clever with fancy words - so glad you spotted it.
Praise indeed Stu. My voice is something I have always felt insecure about, and try to cover it up with sundry accents I impose on it. So your liking it means a great deal indeed. I'll take it with me hopefully to more live readings!
Love to all !