Violets remember, long after
the death of one who once
walked upon this earth;
the engravings, lost to time,
offer no assistance now,
nor records of death or birth.
Violets bring a gentle solace
as they perfume this unkept grave,
honoring the departed's worth.
Kim, at dverse poets, has given today's quadrille prompt. It must be exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and must include the word 'engrave' in some form. Here's the link: Engraving Poetry
oh, i love your photo! and your poem is very touching. may we all have violets one day.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pink! I have always loved the smell of violets.
Delete<3 <3 <3 What better honor could there be but by flowers...
ReplyDeleteI agree, Lisa!
DeleteI love this one! Such a great thought and beautiful sentiment expressed here.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Dwight!
DeleteViolets are beautiful and a lovely image of life next to the departed. Love the title.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Truedessa! I've always been partial to violets!
DeleteI don’t see or smell violets much these days, Carol. I think they are considered old-fashioned, but I love them, and I love the idea of them bringing ‘a gentle solace’.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are considered old-fashioned, yet their fragrance evokes memories of grandmothers and mothers for me. :)
DeleteNature consoles and remembers. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Petru!
DeleteSweet violets .... I love your gentle quadrille.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen! :)
DeleteI love this. My shady yard is full of violets (or will be, soon), and I also love old graveyards.
ReplyDeleteViolets thrive in the shade, so I am envious of your 'soon to be filled with violets' yard! Old graveyards are special too. Thanks for commenting, Fireblossom! :)
DeleteI long for those violets blooming again
ReplyDeleteThey evoke all kinds of feelings when blooming. Thanks, Bjorn.
DeleteThat is an awesome poem, Carol!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Nolcha!
DeleteNature'e engravings are so beautiful compared, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, Paul. :)
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