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Graveyard
I sit here quiet and gravely thoughtful.
It feels so peaceful on the surface
but I know gravity is on the pull,
drawing the dead down below
trying to keep them for itself
in the graveyard.
I don’t think graves want gravity
I think they want to rise up,
taste the joy of lives already lived
which live on still in memories,
and be grave no longer
refusing burial
rejecting gravity
remaining alive
in the glimpses,
of lives passed,
brushing with immortality
as they wait.
Wait
for the worms
to devour them
and bring life back
to the graveyard
of memories
and dreams.
(First published in Poets Online, Cemetery Issue, March 2025)
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Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice, as well as events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.
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