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"A Place of Stones"
by Carol GrantTucked away in
The corner of a small town
Or large city
Stands a place of stones
A resting place for some
Visiting place for others
Not being a popular site to visit
The stones stand tall
Stark erect
The full sun of day
Fails to soften
Their surfaces appearing
To all who come
Just a marker
Where underneath their
Loved ones lie
Though seeming this way
Non caring
Just a slab of stone
Beware on the witching hour
They appear to come alive
Towering over the ones in their care
The moonlight softens them
They become spirals of
Shimmering starlight quietly
Tenderly keeping watch
Over all who lie within
This place of stones 08/11/2010 Posted on 08/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Carol Grant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/10 at 07:10 PM ...just a place. yeah, just a place but so busy in the ephemery. a delightful place, sans sadness, we carry that out the gates when we go, eh? wonderful write, carol. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/11/10 at 10:00 PM A very nice write Carol. When I was a kid some uncountable number of years ago, we all used to play in a cemetery two blocks from my house. I never recall being afraid of the place except at night around Halloween. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/12/10 at 01:08 AM As a life long fan of all things paranormal (had my first experience at age five), I really enjoyed this haunting piece. Nice work Carol; aptly captures the spirit and spirits. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/13/10 at 01:16 PM A beautiful description. Very nicely done indeed. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 08/15/10 at 12:25 AM I don't think I will ever look at a grave stone quite the same way agian. Very well done. |
| Posted by D. James McKee on 08/21/10 at 09:45 PM A lovely and haunting work, I absolutely love the title: a fitting headstone for such a grave piece. ;>) I shall never again see the word cemetery without thinking of this and your wonderful gift.
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