The sun melts into the horizon Amalgam of light and darkness Where the lines are blurred Between paradise and hell Consumed by the ocean Glitter hues of golden days Now wrapped in tempests Bellowing over troubled waters Such is life – Moments of delight Washed away by turbulent tides
I wrote these lines for the one-line prompt – The birds on my grave. Writing this made me sad. A writer commented that it is “hauntingly beautiful.” I agree that there is a lingering ache in this poem that makes it beautiful. These lines are about all the things we leave behind when it’s time to be one with the earth and the skies! It’s the epitaph of the poet, the writer, and the silent warrior.
The birds on my grave Are possessed by the poems I never wrote down And the myriad stories Now buried with me; The wildflowers flourishing On my weathered tombstone Carry the aroma of moments Now lying in an ornate box Tucked in with crocheted love You can sense my presence In the dance of butterflies; The dragonflies sweep in To touch my humble soul That wonders what happened To all the words, I left unsaid!
Many readers may know the symbolism of the dragonfly. It means looking within and indicates the light of a divine entity. To a warrior and fighter, a dragonfly represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. It also symbolizes rebirth, immortality, transformation, adaptation, and spiritual awakening.
So, in the end, the poem brings hope when the soul is touched by nature and in commune with the dragonflies.