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Sunday, February 5, 2012

A grave so fine



We will honor you

The stone they said
Is bright and red
And for its finding
We will honor you

A grave so fine
That were it mine
Not in the least would I
Feel slighted

For in the ground
Your body bound
The deed could
Be mistaken

For had you known
That for the stone
Your life
Would be forsaken

Chris McQueeney 2/5/12    2:54 PM

Not often will I explane the words in a poem, and I won’t this time but I would say look up finding for alternate usages, if you do and you think you know what I am talking about let me know….

This poem was inspired by the prompt from Tess At The Mag  please visit and read other poets take on the picture

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26 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Enigmatic and lovely...

Other Mary said...

Oh, yes, enigmatic is a good word to describe this. Good tight rhyme.

kj said...

chris, it's mysterious and i love it. the final rhyme of the final line is very very very fine :^)

i looked up finding in dictionary.com and actually found all it's descriptions fascinating. finding as in ruling or judgement, that's what i was gravitated to, but it didn't help me crack your poem (which i want to)

your brevity is such a strength.

love
kj

Brian Miller said...

and all that is left to ask is was it worth it? nice piece....

Wine and Words said...

Ha! I am too worn to figure it out, but I would love to sing it, and might. It is lyrical. And I love that photo, or should I say the sculpture. I would purchase one immediately...changing what it holds often.

JANU said...

Some strong words there....nice.

Ben Ditty said...

Please, Annie! Sing for us :D

Sue said...

Intriguing, and I like the form of it, too.

=)

August said...

quite powerful and wonderful tribe.

jabblog said...

Well, it is an enigma but perhaps it is about possession of a fine object for which someone has been killed - or about mining for precious stones. I always go for the obvious . . . :-/ I liked the swing of this piece.

thingy said...

Wow. This one is great.

Laurie Kolp said...

Lovely!

Tumblewords: said...

Stunning piece. I've read it twice and will return to see what it holds on the next read.
To answer your comment on my blog: Coeur d'Alene. Nearly the opposite end of the state. :) Have you been away long?

Cad said...

Sounds like you are romancing the stone...

rel said...

No need to explain;
Each comes to a poem from a different
place.
And takes away what they will!
I hear; "Wasted days and wasted nights."
rel

Carrie Burtt said...

This is beautiful Chris! I am the same way about spelling.....but that is just a minor part of the writing process....you certainly have the talent part and that is what truly matters. :-)

Tigerbrite said...

Ah, a puzzle poem.
Not clever enough to solve it I am afraid.
Good read though.

Helen said...

I loved this .. one of my favorites. I couldn't crack the mystery either.

Doctor FTSE said...

Enigmatic nails it perfectly. I think it would work well as a song, even a "round"

Helena said...

Lovely words indeed and I love it when mystery hangs around - I'd be pushed to fit music to this, though......

Christine said...

wonderful write

Asim Kumar Paul said...

A nice poem

HyperCRYPTICal said...

This is lovely.

Anna :o]

Stafford Ray said...

Hello Chris,
I really like this poem for its clarity of meaninig. I also thank you for the hint. It is my o[inion that too many poets choose words to confuse rather than to clarify. Poetry expresses emotion in a deepr and more economical way than prose, or poetry can be a song that uses rhythm and ryhyme for fun as in my Big Jack poem of a few days ago. I look forward to more of this quality.

Green Monkey said...

sipped that..... slowly. went back for a repeat.... savored it.

Indigo said...

Hmm...finding. To find something is to come to the end of a search. At the end my life, I would hope that I found balance and peace; enough for my spirit to rest easy.

Eloquent words sweet friend. (Hugs)Indigo