The carriage of spirit travels.

Trees of solace steadfast
wrestle the winds of sadness,
clouds of solemnity gather
to the drum beats of horses
taking the carriage of the spirit
as tears echo of time’s past
ghosts line the road
in remembrance,
ancestry claws scratches
down the window of a soul
from the depths
of shadowy thoughts
to be buried.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me think of family....my grandfather (whom i never got to meet) coming over from Sicily on the boat...being naturalized...and what he might have been like...and my mom's mom whom i also never met...but her French Canadian background...her beauty...ancestry is quite the beautiful trip into the past.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Funny it started as a precursor to the Good, the Bad and the Ugly and then deviated from there. Just Rambling scribbles J.

[Patricia Wedel]

I often wonder about my Father's family who came from Hungary. I knew my father's mother and father briefly as a child; however, their family history is a mystery to me. No one in our family has prepared a family tree. I only know that I am half Hungarian. I see Hungarians portrayed in Movies like "My Fair Lady.
And of course the Gabor sisters made a "splash" in the USA. I appreciate your poetry. My father's family had the last name "Pantili". So were they really Italian immigrants to Hungary. A mystery. I had the last name Pantili until I married. truly, Pat