Whispers From The Cemetery, Introduction


After my dad died

Some of my friends and family

Thought my wordsmith addiction

Was baptized in darkness

But I say his death

Was only a spark

That ignites memories

Buried so deep

They might even be

From… Another life

From… Another place

On a journey in continuum

Since his death

 He’s come to me twice

Once to give me advice

 Once to give me a gift

Of tranquility and peace

I am not afraid of the whispers

Coming from the cemetery

I only wish I could ask

To hear the stories

Of the secrets from a new perspective

Stories that can only come from

The wisdom

Of death and rebirth

The wisdom

That is waiting for me

So when it is my time

To teach and learn

 From a new perspective

I will be ready and willing

Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy

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