Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereSomeday late or soon
an ascendant pre-noon sun
will illumine a parched though grassy tomb-yard
scattered with roses withered,
withering or plastic,
and moss-matted, acorn raining oaks,
and all my loves, musings, and hates,
passions and conditions,
feverish nights and song-lit days
will in silence rest...
no more concerned
with what is worst or best:
all joys given to memory,
all pinings consigned to pine,
all worries sunk into
six feet of still serenity
someday late or soon
very evocative - and I love the return to the first line, coming full circle.
I love the line : all pinings consigned to pine and the tree imagery. This is very evocative- so much so that I do not think you actually needed to use the word tomb in the poem at all. I think the weakest line is " all joys given to memory" - it just doesn't make sense to me (whose memory?). Overall, I liked this very much.