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Fading Rose

16 Jul

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A familiar road, no longer gravel;

thirty years it was time to make this

trip; days grow shorter and the years

pursue one another with a fierceness

like no other time in my life.

The church is weather worn as are

many of the headstones with crumbling

edges; the rows are wider and longer

with newer ones in at the end of a narrow

road.

Life has grown poignant, stronger, tears and

laughter are measured by the emotions of the

day; friends and love ones are gone, the heart

has more understanding and sorrow slowly slips

away.

I loved once, he died before I myself was free,

like the last rose of summer, faded, gone; when

one is old and gray the once soft look now deep

shadows, thoughts turn inward.

It is a time to be old and a time to say goodbye,

I gaze across the stone barricades all inscribed

with names; I wonder why have I been left behind

so long while their souls are free.

©2015.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Posted by on July 16, 2015 in Poetry

 

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6 responses to “Fading Rose

  1. thefeatheredsleep

    July 16, 2015 at 10:23 pm

    Sad in such a beautiful way.

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  2. reocochran

    July 17, 2015 at 2:27 am

    This sums up so many emotions while in a graveyard or cemetery. I feel the way the author (you) feel sometimes. But mainly I don’t question my reason for being. I embrace life much more than dwell on death. Thanks for this pensive moment today.

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    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      July 17, 2015 at 3:07 am

      I am pleased that you enjoyed reading this piece. I too embrace life, however I am aware that much of my work “dwells” on death which has been very much a part of my life in recent years, the loss of two children five years ago and the emotions it has brought to my life has been the reason for such poetry. A therapy so to speak in trying to move forward. Again, your comments are important to me and I am honored to receive them, please continue to read and comment. Regards, Ann

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  3. sheldonk2014

    August 29, 2015 at 10:48 pm

    It’s time to be old and a time to say goodbye
    Great line
    Beautiful piece
    As always Sheldon

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