Winter in the Cemetary

The snow falls down, drifting softly over
Graves and grass, trees and crosses, covering
The ache in a cold blanket of whiteness.
The dead don’t care, and the living forget.

This poem is for Monday Poetry Potluck, and also to accept my Perfect Poet Award from last week’s Poetry Rally. I nominate mairmusic for next rally.

I also want to accept the following awards from Jingle:

Thank you, Jingle!

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16 Comments

  1. This poem reminds me of all the “graves and grasses” and is a slightly ironic twist with the last line – that the “living forget” …and clearly you didn’t either.
    Nice work

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  2. how true, how true..

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  3. lovely post..
    Thanks for the acceptance of awards and for the nominations.

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  4. That’s why they invented grave blankets – to keep the dead warm.
    (Or rather, to keep the hearts of the living warm)

    Nice write, Lizbeth!

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  5. Beautifully expressed, love the thought of snow “covering / The ache in a cold blanket of whiteness.”

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  6. Lovely poem, excellent idea using snow as a purification. And thanks for the nomination– a nice surprise, my friend.

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  7. I know cemeteries aren’t supposed to be beautiful, but the image in this poem, where the cemetery is blanketed by the snow, is beautiful! It’s a relaxing image, actually.

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  8. Jessicas Japes

     /  November 16, 2010

    Very sad, that ending. beautifully written.

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  9. A great scene you have created here. I liked it so much.
    thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  10. Well said, and well-painted.

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  11. This was cold, but so very true at times… A beautiful set of lines, Liz!
    Such is the sad story for many of us I suppose… I hope you are having a good week though!

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    • I am having a good week, thank you, Kavita! I hope you are, too. I’m interested to see all the different ways people are taking these lines … sad, hopeful, cold, comforting, I guess it all depends on your perspective.

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  12. this gave me chills. so much emotion packed into this beautiful piece of brevity! awesome penning!
    my potluck:
    http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2010/09/29/burning-autumn/

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  13. 700miles

     /  November 17, 2010

    Whooo. the last two lines… simple but very powerful. made me literally take a step back and pause. loved it!

    my potlucks:
    http://wp.me/pU7yT-in
    http://wp.me/pU7yT-hS
    http://wp.me/sU7yT-tsunami

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  14. claim award/treats via entry #160,
    have a lovely day.

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