RQ (December 10,1954 / )

Do Not Stand At My Grave

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)

Not my poem, but I had to share it.

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Greta Sommerville? George Weeks?
Like that ending. Lylyanna
great Ending, and I don't know about Bukowski, but your voice shines through. Good Job
this is a fabulous poem...and wow, to be compared to Bukowski! Wonderful! onto my favorites it goes.
Very Bukowskish...good job...liked it a lot.