Tombstone Cards


The cards stand like tombstones in graveyards of sleep
Where the past tells tomorrows so read 'em and reap,

Today comes a wave of phantom winds in full sail
Put on your brave face Love, when you open the mail,

Read letters so broken cursive scripts such a mess
Written to an angel in a heavenly dress,

Time to decide which lines to cast aside, and what to keep
You always know what you have always tried, what tea to steep,

Where the past tells tomorrows go read 'em and reap
The cards stand like tombstones in graveyards of sleep.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-12-09 at 11:43

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An ominous write from Yhe Salon of Avian View. I wonder what the occasion is here, what has inspired the notes that are to be kept or cast aside, the rituals implied in the penultimate stanza. Altogether, a sinister piece, which I enjoyed immensely. Applause!
2013-12-09