My father loved the view from Buzzard's Roost.
Here he would be released, dashed away,
Swirling eternally in mist.
His ashes blew away,
Blinding us with him.
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| Writing Prompt |
Create a five line poem that involves a cemetery visit. Rhymes are allowed but not required or necessary. The syllable count must increase or decrease by one from one line to the next, e.g. 7-6-5-4-3 or 1-2-3-4-5. You may choose the starting number, but it must not exceed 10 syllables for the first or last line. |
Author Notes
This is a steep bluff that we released his ashes from. My mother slipped and I caught her arm and brought her back to flat land. It was a thousand foot sheer drop if she would have fell. My fathers ashes blew violently back into our faces when we freed him into the wind. We were temporarily blinded, and laughed afterwards about how my fathers sense of humor pertained even beyond death. This is his cemetery, not traditional, yet it is his resting place. I apologize for the typos in the title and authors notes, but any commas or punctuation shows up as dingbat symbols when I post. Fanstory may need to try to fix this, as I post from my phone
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