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The Mourner’s March

parading in limos along the rue
no path, paradigm to pursue

beset with stoic sorrow
resigning to face tomorrow

marching along the avenue
shadows and light ensue

emotionless along the seat row
finding minute distraction in bow

loving those whose arrivals due
without smiles we watch them leave on cue

tidings and love stand as our hearts in tow
friends and society, our possessions mow

thinking our hearts forever true
dark colors and yellow morph to blue

burying, feasting and gorging, semblance of crow
livelihoods sail, doldrums in remuneration stow

sang–froid retreating to hagiolatry many pursue
saturations of love, warm, patience kindness imbue

dimensions of mourn for each, none can know
broken soul, fractured spirit, pints of Bordeaux

  1. September 6, 2011 at 11:16 pm

    I like the varying layers throughout this. 🙂


  2. September 6, 2011 at 11:53 pm

    You described it so well, I felt the stillness of the air.


  3. hobgoblin2011
    September 7, 2011 at 12:17 am

    Nice pacing and love the rapidity as the piece closes. Really enjoyed the write, thanks


  4. hedgewitch
    September 7, 2011 at 1:50 am

    Amazing depth to the varying rhymes here add a real droning dirge-like dimension to this, very apropos. Some great lines, too: “many pursue / saturations of love…” Enjoyed it much.


  5. September 7, 2011 at 2:32 am

    funny, the longer the line the more rapidly i read it…nice rhyme scheme and the form works well for this…nice imagery as well…evocative…


  6. September 7, 2011 at 3:08 am

    Sounds like my family’s activities at funerals. I like your use of couplets in this. Somber and strong write.


  7. expatinCAT
    September 7, 2011 at 8:26 am

    Thoroughly rewarding read. Glad I came across it-you. // Peter


  8. manicddaily
    September 7, 2011 at 10:46 am

    Describes the feel of these awful moments–both stilted and laden with pain–very well.


  9. September 7, 2011 at 12:54 pm

    The picture points our hearts and minds in the correct direction and then the theme is built in short stanza’s. My favourite?
    ‘sand-froid retreating to hagiolatry many pursue
    saturations of love, warm, patience, kindness imbue’
    I love it when someone knows how to use the English language correctly and is unafraid to use it in their work. The sombre nature of this piece is familiar and a fitting tribute to the departed.


  10. September 7, 2011 at 8:28 pm

    Wonderful– both lyrical and beautifully quirky in imagery– not a paean to the Royals, is it? xxxj I would give you a blue ribbon for the day for using sang-froid in a poem! xxxj


  11. September 7, 2011 at 9:53 pm

    Hi, Rob Kistner here. This is a piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here: http://www.image-verse.com/clown


  12. September 8, 2011 at 5:47 pm

    Engaging piece, really enjoyed the composition of the rhyme it added a lot to the read. Nicely done ~ Rose


  13. September 20, 2011 at 4:33 pm

    how remarkable this is,
    smart wording…

    Glad to discover your poetry talent, invite you to join our poetry picnic today, free and fun, free style commenting.
    First time participants are encouraged to share 1 to 3 random poems, or old poems!
    We’re Open until Thursday, 8pm, American Central!
    Hope to see you in!
    Thanks in advance,


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