The Last Chapter

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This was written a-while back but I can't find it here, on my site. Sooooo, here it is.

The rain drifts with the flow of the wind

And spreads in a sheeting fashion on the field.

That, in turn, blends with past memories

Of a younger time when youth was their shield.

 

The muted dripping echoes on the porch

As it falls from the roof to the garden below;

An unyielding garden at this time of year,

For there is not a rose to know.

 

Sadness swells as the memories blend,

Fashioning another page for the diary of one

And we shall add this last chapter to the log

Of the Ghost-Ship passing under a clouded sun.

 

As tiny pebbles were laid upon the gravestone

And the givers bowed their head in prayer

No sound was heard except for the rain,

The wind, and the memories that lingered there.

 

 

JE Falcon

01-31-2016

Rewite: 03-17-2019


Submitted: March 18, 2019

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hullabaloo22

There's nothing quite like rain to stir up the memories. An excellent poem, JE.

Mon, March 18th, 2019 8:58pm

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Thanks.

Tue, March 19th, 2019 12:51pm

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