Please, Stand Up

You can't cry for me when I'm gone

You must not kneel for me
Please, no forget-me-nots at my grave
      (I need no tears in my name)
for I have no memory
I am the uncut grass
at the bottom of your black dress
I am the bite in the wind
and its whispers in your ear
I am the sadness at the tip of your tongue
and I am the changing colors of autumn
You can find me in the streams
and in the swelling breast of a sparrow
You can see me in the growing years
of your reflection
You can feel me in the dirt between your toes
and in your lonely search for answers
I am but a faded memory of a gift
once given to me
I am everything and I am nothing
I am watching and I am not here at all
I am gone and you are
still here, staining your knees
and watering the grass
Please, stand up

you must not kneel for me

Reviews

[Maddie:]]

as many have already repeated, this piece is beautiful and reflects an eerie, deep, dark feel. also enjoyed the repetition, i felt you used it effectively.

[KatharineDishron]

this is beautiful. your poems are drenched with meaning yet not so cryptic as to confuse the reader (those i sometimes find pretentious) very good

[tekphobik]

It's a very honourable way to look at death, even mildly spiritual, and a nice break from the 'oh death death death' that I normally read around here.

[katyj]

Deep, dark and haunting. I love it