"The Sister's Grave" by Thomas Brooks‘And Our Paths Through Flowers’ by David Whippman The Society April 28, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments In the painting, she has turned to look back At where her lover’s corpse lies in the ground. Her face is blurred; her dress, funereal black, Stands out from greenery flourishing all round. Within the earth, nature will break him down Till he is one with all that living green: What is to come must grow from what has been. His body, like all matter, is in flux, its molecules, demolished into dust, Reassembled like so many building blocks. The arms that held the woman, the lips she kissed will, in a sense, continue to exist – As other things; nothing she’d recognise, Nothing to dry the tears that fill her eyes. The trees and grass know nothing about grief; Nature recycles, and doesn’t give a toss, A corpse no more important than a leaf. But, like the widow, we are human – to us The woman in her agonising loss Is more important, in some way more true Than any tree or flower that ever grew. Daivd Whippman is a British poet, now retired after a career in healthcare. Over the years he’s had quite a few poems, articles and short stories published in various magazines. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Joe Tessitore April 28, 2018 This is truly a thought-provoking poem (and a very well-written one)! Reply David Paul Behrens April 28, 2018 Ditto. What Joe said. Well written and thought provoking! Nicely done. Reply David Hollywood April 30, 2018 Touchingly forlorn. Reply Dave Whippman May 1, 2018 Joe and the two Davids: thanks for your kind words, glad you liked the poem. It was inspired by a painting – not the one above (though I like it) but one by David Inshaw, “Our days were a joy and our paths through flowers” which I always found haunting. Reply James Sale May 1, 2018 Yes, very powerful piece of work – especially the final stanza. Very well written. Well done. Reply Dave Whippman May 1, 2018 Thanks James, much appreciated. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.