Poets United Midweek Motif - The Day of the Dead
This is a repost of something I wrote a long time ago.
A Dream
In memory of Joan Heys.
I dreamt about a distant place,
All white, yet strangely warm;
Where all was elegance and grace:
There was presence but no form.
Into this quiet and peaceful scene
A man stepped into view;
He was both strong and cut quite clean.
A woman stood there, too.
He looked at her, and with a smile,
Remembered when they’d wed;
“I’m glad you’ve come. It’s been a while.”
“A friend sent me” she said.
Happy with the eons spanned
They embraced and gently kissed;
Then they turned, and hand in hand,
Slipped off into the mist.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2016
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a slice of happiness & tranquility....
ReplyDeleteOn the Day of the Dead, I'm happy you revived this poem. I experienced something similar at age 12, so delight in the narrative arc and love and gentleness and hope in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteBravo! A well composed dream
ReplyDeleteI remember this. Just as lovely now as then.
ReplyDeleteA tender depiction of two people who loved each other.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteThis is so graceful and well put in this time when death is close to our hearts.
ReplyDeleteI believe it can happen..nice one ~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and how very peaceful they "take of in the mist"
ReplyDeleteLovely visuals and sentiments! A tribute to eternal love.
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