The Sound of Silence.

 I rediscovered this ancient cemetery in my home town of Sheffield, in the middle of a busy city where no one really goes and found its unique atmosphere quite etherial. I took quite a few photos there and wrote this poem. DSC_0021

An ancient city Cemetery, hidden from view,

Full of bygone people, who were just passing through

From one dimension to a different plane,

Released at last from their lingering pain.

A calm, tranquil place where nobody goes,

Reclaimed by nature, ivy and dog rose.

The eerie silence deafens my ears,

Do I hear voices from across the years?

Of people with lively and interesting lives

The children and husbands with beautiful wives.

Huge mausoleums, graves, intricate tombs

Cradling their bones like a mother’s womb.

No matter what status in life that we had

How rich or poor, good or bad

We end up alone, turned into stone

And Nature will claim us back as her own.

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Look a Little Closer

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Can you see?

What do you see?

Do you see as much as me?

Turn down the light,

Tone down the glare,

Soften the colours

Try not to stare.

If I close my eyes

Is it still around,

The tree in the forest

Making no sound.

You cannot see

There is nothing you see

You will never see as much as me.

There is none so blind

So the proverb says

As Those that cannot see.

Moments in Time

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Sometimes you find yourself in a beautiful place,

fleeting, transient, perfect.

You cannot hold on to it, or make it last,

neither can you replay it or revisit.

The moment is unique,

one of a kind, never to be repeated.

It may be captured in a photo,

but its only a glimpse of something gone forever.

The smell, the feel,  the sound, the taste,

fleeting like a delicate butterfly.

These brief moments in time are what make life beautiful,

Don’t just look but really see, the rewards are truly unforgettable.