Beneath winter's fallen skies

Simple words

Winter with its fallen skies
and cold, dank, heavy air
makes misery (which loves misery)
a much easier cross to bear,
for the audience at the open grave,
for the faces in the hearse,
for the sombre suited "eloquents"
as they read their sombre verse.
For the diggers, bearers, celebrants,
for the mourners as they cry,
death more apt, more doleful
beneath winter's fallen sky

Reviews

[Soren]

Magnificent! Every once in a while you run into a poem that is well written in words, rhyme and also just makes emotional as well as logical sense and this is one. A lovely piece of writing

[Gee]

Apologies for the late reply.
Thank you Soren, glad you enjoyed

[Soren]

You are most welcome

[Ayesha Faiz]

Wow. The way you connected winter’s heavy, grey mood with the sadness of a funeral feels so real. It’s like the weather itself is mourning too. I could picture everything clearly the people, the silence, the cold air. It’s quietly powerful, and honestly, kind of haunting in the best way. You used simple words and made it easy to understand as well. Thanks for sharing.

[Gee]

Thank you Ayesha

[Ken e Bujold]

simple words with a powerful effect Gee. This is a poem I have saved for a day of mourning, which eventually arrives, when words might fail me. I can't think of a more elegant elegy.

Ken e

[Gee]

Thank yo for your kind words Ken

[Lorry]

Although an older post, this really relates well to a certain funeral of today (Her Maj) and all the ceremonial and pomp attached, no matter how deserved.
I couldn't help but think that the Queen would have been more interested in the crowds opinion of it all, than some geezer using it as an opportunity to tell the world how well they knew her.
You captured perfectly the feeling within, without the garnish so many decorate their words with.

[Gee]

Cheers Lorry

[Relic]

I find simple words to be the best. My mother died many years ago during winter and I remember standing there in the cold. I hated it. I can relate to this quite well.

[Gee]

Hi Relic, thanks for dropping in.
Hope all is well with you

[Lisasview]

Hi Gee,
I just went down your list of poems and finally found one I had not read..
A bit depressing early this morning but still such a great read!!! Dark, dark, dark..
I am going now to check if there are any more I have not read....

[Gee]

Hi Lisa, thank you.
Most of my poems since April 2019, twas when mum passed, have been a wee bit dark :)

[Lisasview]

Well, sad things have a way of making us feel dark.
Losing my mother was terrible.. I still miss her and always will.
Lisa

[CLR9]

Dank is good. Do you browse any dank memes? If not, I hope you well and browse dank memes for the rest of you're days. Grate pome

[Gee]

Thank you :))

[Abhishek]

This poem is well describing the nature of winter season....
Nicely written, Gee
Keep it up

[Gee]

Thank you Abhishek

[Abhishek]

Most welcome dear😊😊

[.]

This is a wonderful piece of observational poetry, Gee. It always seems like funerals are held under grey skies, despite that obviously not always being the case. It's just that mood that seems to stick in the memory. Monochromatic colours that replace the vibrant colours synonymous with life. I could picture the scene here in your gentle rhyming piece. A death in winter....there is probably nothing worse. Well written, my friend. ⚘

[Gee]

Thank you kindly Jamila, I'm pleased you approve :)

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Gee. Another read. January is the saddest month of the year for me. Anniversaries of three family members much loved and departed. Different years, but all within a few days of the calender. I have candles ready and waiting. This is a suitably melancholy read as I think of them.

Hope your new year has got off to a reasonable start (well apart from the virus issues, if you can forget them).

Anyways, have a happy one.

Chris

[Gee]

Good morning Christine, thank you.
Tis raining pets and is bone chillingly cold here, hope it's better where you are :)
Have a good day