A Requiem in Threes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Christy Writes

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A sliver of light left alive but quite alone

a row of graves, so Sir, and stave

the closing door of dreams.

too few of feet have walked this way

and how few there were indeed

and neither mourned by moon nor tree.

none left alive to grieve the bugler's blowing

none left to wine the wayward merchant

but footed sparrows to trill a tune

 

So speaks the death march.


Submitted: January 27, 2021

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Christy Writes

This is so mesmerizing even though the subject is heavy. Sometimes there's no one to mourn, and nothing except nature will feel the absence. I love the inclusion of pictures too.

Wed, January 27th, 2021 9:31pm

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Thanks :)

Wed, January 27th, 2021 1:45pm

hullabaloo22

A very Gothic feel to this. The pictures really compliment the words.

Thu, January 28th, 2021 7:18pm

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Mood reflection. :)
Thanks for reading

Thu, January 28th, 2021 11:54am

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