Death's Brief Interlude

[virtuoso]

I stumbled on a funeral march
whose circuit had been completed
an ebony line lay in repose
as a somber conclave hovered
'neath a starched canopy

Under the patchwork tent
time seemed to stand still
every whimper, every cough
sealed in a hallowed vacuum
unspoken words in dark cavities


Yet, above the fray


The sun continued to migrate
on a never ending journey
lending unwanted balm
divesting the melancholy air
with pulses of regeneration

Sad reposes radiantly transposed
into still life portraits on a colored canvas
dark suits glistened in the afterglow
dilated eyes streamed mercurial watercolors
shades of green and blue

From my distant perch
I exhaled death's vapors
ingested the warm afterglow
quivered in time's brief wake
then felt the sun's renewed pulse

[Alfonso Espada]

That is a very impressive display of imagery in support of a profound truth.

Thanks for sharing!

[tailor STATELY]

Very nice, especially:

"Sad reposes radiantly transposed
into still life portraits on a colored canvas
dark suits glistened in the afterglow
dilated eyes streamed mercurial watercolors
shades of green and blue "

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[virtuoso]

Thanks for your kind comment, Alfonso. Thanks for the post mortem analysis, Taylor (just kidding). It was but a brief moment in time, but it was a memorable one.

[DATo]

Very nice poem. The beautiful phrasing speaks for itself, but I also liked the philosophical implication of continuum.

I wrote a short story which you can find here at The Lit Net in which I used clouds in place of your use of sun but the thrust of the story is very much like your poem. At one point it also includes a scene which takes place at a cemetery. If you are inclined to look it up it's called Boats That Sail Across The Skies. Since we shared the same theme perhaps the story would mean more to you than it would to others.

Once again, my compliments on a very nice poem and thank you for sharing it with us!