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WHERE I'LL BE
Should you think to look for me
some day after I have gone
the grave is not where I shall be,
of that you can depend upon.
Why would you hope I would be bound
to bones and dessicated flesh
mouldering in the cold dark ground
where the winds never blow fresh?
Look for me in a chill sunset
at the end of a cold winter day
when the moon has not quite risen yet
to announce the end of day.
Or look about in early morn
as the sun wipes sleep from glowing eye
just as the day is being born.
Listen hard, I'll be nearby.
Anywhere the trees grow tall
and whippoorwills repeat their name;
where people seldom walk at all
and rolling hills are filled with game.
Hear me whisper through the wind,
smell muscadines upon my breath.
My lack of life won't be my end,
I'll still be around after my death.
Comments
China Blue
Wed, 2012-03-14 09:37
Stan
Sad but beautiful. As always perfect rhyme
Chrys
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)
scribbler
Wed, 2012-03-14 13:24
Hi Chrys
Well, I was trying for uplifting lol. But one has no control how something is interpreted once it's released. Thanks for visiting...........stan
scribbler
Wed, 2012-03-14 20:27
Hi Lonnie
Just as long as you don't mind a few others joining in lol.............stan
loved
Thu, 2012-03-15 11:26
Its like hang down your head Tom Dooley for tomorrow you are
going to die
down some lonesome valley
where Loved and Stan shall be waiting for thee
So sing with us Tom Dooley
where we all shall be......
your best in my view so far............ If you let me be audacious enough to say..... Stan u r the only MAN...!!!!!!!!
...;;;;''''Or look about in early morn
as the sun wipes sleep from glowing eye
just as the day is being born
listen hard, I'll be nearby
AS THE ''WOODS'' GONE BYE....
loved
scribbler
Thu, 2012-03-15 16:09
Hi loved
Yes ya'll will Never be shed of me lol........stan
loved
Fri, 2012-03-16 14:08
Yeah that's it
LOL LOLOL LOLOLO ............
loved
Gracy
Thu, 2020-06-04 19:50
Stan, it's a beautiful,
Stan, it's a beautiful, melancholy poem. You've perhaps taken Christina Rossetti's "Remember" to help your own muse. The rhyming is perfect, to my imperfect knowledge. Not so sure about the title. All else has been deftly worked and a pleasure to read.
Thanks for sharing, all the best, Gracy
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
scribbler
Thu, 2020-06-04 21:57
Thank you
I sometimes edit a number of my stuff at one time and I'm always a bit surprised when doing so leads to further comments. appreciate your dropping by
lovedly
Thu, 2020-06-04 23:15
And I have strated following you
our only WESTERN STYLE POET AT NEO
still
is stan my poetic fan
rather I am
scribbler
Fri, 2020-06-05 00:08
Hi loved
I appreciate the fact you have always supported me
lovedly
Fri, 2020-06-05 00:17
can I live
otherwise
stan
no way
any one of neo's
can say