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by Peter Humphreys

through
his eyes
I see
the graveyard
where he sat
in pain
in fear
through love
alone
yet
hoping

beside
my home
there was
a graveyard
I haunted
as a child
at play
amidst
the dead
the memories
the flowers
in Spring

one day
we will
walk
sit
play
between these
memories
and tell
our children
hoping they
will understand
that graves
record the
past
only we
can free
our futures

listen
learn
live
love
long

03/12/2006

Posted on 03/12/2006
Copyright © 2023 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/12/06 at 08:07 PM

Peter, this is insightful, beyond words. A new favorite of your poems, for sure. I love the line, "a graveyard I haunted as a child"...but there are many really fine lines. The five words that are the final stanza, could stand alone as a minimalist poem. They put me in mind of that wonderful Thoreau quote..."Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." This is really excellent poetry, again!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/16/06 at 05:47 PM

Much truth and wisdom here. Especially well timed as one of my best friends passed away yesterday from a heart attack at age 74. As a fellow poet, I'm sure he would have agreed with you, and liked your poem.

Posted by Brian Francis on 03/17/06 at 02:06 PM

This piece is simply awesome. Wonderful work. Keep it up. --bf

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/20/06 at 01:40 AM

I certainly like the structure of this poem. It is important to put graveyards into perspective in our lives, as you say, not let them dominate. I do love a stroll through them through history, but your last five words are where we need to focus. Well done.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/22/06 at 05:32 PM

I, too, loved the line "a graveyard I haunted as a child". An excellent, albeit haunting piece.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/24/06 at 04:25 PM

It is impossible not to be inside of this poem when reading it. Your absolute touch with vivid brings me to awe every time. Like above comment, I also love "a graveyard I haunted as a child"...completely brilliant and unforgettable writing. óJill

Posted by Rebecca Lin on 03/26/06 at 08:49 PM

Beautiful. I especially love this because I love to roam around cemeteries.

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