Lacrimosa, a poem…

Occasionally I am guilty of a little poetry. This is one of those times….

I wreath the night in spectral latakia smoke
And bury the days.
Like nameless, forgotten children,
They lie in countless unmarked graves,
Entombed in unquiet slumber
Beside the words never spoken,
Kindnesses never given,
Thoughts never shared,
Where none mourn and none grieve
And only the shadows remember.

I wander the labyrinth of
Faceless statues and granite sepulchres
In the sunless graveyard of my memory
With no companion save the shades who stalk behind
Sighing, calling, beseeching,
“We lived, we lived, we lived.
Who will enshrine us? Who will remember us?”

And I reflect on the terrible briefness of all things.

I wreath the night in spectral latakia smoke.
The embers die, and all is dark.

– Stephen P. Smith

6 Responses to “Lacrimosa, a poem…”

  1. September 14, 2006 at 9:01 am

    Whatcha smokin’?
    Penzance or 10 Russians?
    Dark, Mr. Smith, very dark…


  2. September 14, 2006 at 8:08 pm

    I get it now.
    Disturbingly beautiful…


    Thank you, Mike.  That means a great deal coming from you.

  3. September 14, 2006 at 9:11 pm

    Wow Smith,
    You make me feel like a hack with this. Dark and very nice.

    And to think, as recently as today you predicted that by tomorrow you wouldn’t be glum. Guess I fixed that, eh? Good ol’ Smith, just a little ray of sunshine, that one. But thank you for the kind words; they mean a lot.

  4. September 14, 2006 at 10:59 pm

    Oh don’t worry…you didn’t glum me out. LOL. I like dark and moody, it lined up pretty well with my mood. I guess I’m a relatively happy hack – 😉

    Hmmmm, I’ll have to try harder next time. <B.E.G.>

  5. September 15, 2006 at 12:46 pm

    Will have to send another Mike another thank you for getting you going, can’t believe the world has been deprived of beautiful lines like this until now. Can’t use ‘disturbingly beautiful’ as Mike seems to have inherited that one :-). I haven’t found my two word description for this one quite yet.

  6. March 8, 2007 at 6:37 pm

    That is a wonderful poem. I had to look up Lacrimosa and latakia! It made me think of the tv show, Boston Legal, and how it always ends with a ‘smoke.’

    That’s a great show, and I too love the way it always ends with Shatner and Spader waxing philosophic over their cigars.

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