I don’t often talk about my poetry, preferring to leave the interpretation to the reader. However, This one hurt. writing it was the most painful piece I have ever done. The piece that inspired it was posted by a friend on Facebook. and I shall post it here so I am not alone.
Pablo Neruda was an Amazing poet. It hurts that his words still echo even though time should have rendered a softness to them.
Expectations
Ever expanding
Ever exceeding
Equating Ego Erroneously
Extra expected...
Everything Establishing
Extra!
The Graveyard
by Serena Mossgraves
When does the earth
in the graveyard
return to the living?
When do the souls
that guard such places
finally find rest?
When does the graveyard
stop being the place for the dead,
and return to life again?
Wake me
wake me,
for I must be
stuck in a dream...
wake me,
as I have all
I ever wanted.
wake me,
before I decide
to ne'er leave.
The Grim Reaper’s Dream
by Serena Mossgraves
As though life was unreachable
the reaper dreams of what is
naught for them, someone to lead them
towards a paradise to rest in.
Kindness misbegotten,
the reaper realizes…
Dreams were ne’er meant
to be had.
Pattimouse 