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the grave

the stones so cold and grey and round
so unforgiving
it’s tempting to throw them into the river
and disturb the flow of the gentle stream
the little birds are hiding in the trunks
of those stalwart trees who guard and guide
the night visits from this way to the next
and beyond this the visions are fading, ever fading
as eyes close and olden olden and drain, draped
in the veil of nothingness that transcends the
knowingness, but there is a way through the
darkness, through all this
and there is a vial of hope for the one who
descends to the ground and floods the
river with tears and weeping at the willow’s edge
they are comforted and shed their final darkness
so the colours of the day they can wear when
blackness is no longer an option
how I love to disappear into the blackness and
cover myself in darkness, the colours too bright
and burning my eyes and my soul, give me
something a little more subdued today, so that
I can appreciate the glory and goodness in
something less, less bright, less beautiful, give
me the less beautiful so I can visit the beauty in that
Likely there is something of goodness in the
sting of the ant and the bite of the cobra
and the tree that grazes your knees,
pain is of a goodness that cannot be calculated
is that not the message I sought
surely there is something of value to be learned
and burned into my brain
at the end and in the beginning,
we are as we are and in between
who really knows, who really knows
but the soldier who throws his slumped friend over his
shoulder, knows better than most, what this is
and where this goes and leads
blessed be the goodhearted that remain so
despite the wear and tear of life and love and
may the good go free and set fair sail on the winds
and wings of hope, where the flesh is laid bare for all to see
let there be no bad thing chasing their feathers or charming
their others
doomed to become as cold as the stones beneath my feet
I cherish the small warmth of a lit match between my toes
and blend into the darkness once more

the grave

© Karin Taylor

Lennox Head, Australia

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