ONE ART ~BY ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Poem on loss
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP ~ BY MARY ELIZABETH FRYE
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
SILENT CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU ~BY GLORIA PRAKASH
In those quiet moments when the world settles down,
I find my thoughts intertwining with yours, all around.
They fill the empty spaces of my longing heart,
Creating a tender ache that never wants to part.
FLOWERS ~BY LANDON L GOW
Don’t waste your flowers on my grave
don’t weep for me
I won’t care.
When night falls and the new dark
is not so dark, after all
don’t look to the stars
I won’t be there.
ECHOES OF LOST LOVE ~BY CYRIL JOHNSON
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.