Graveyard Musings

Updated on March 30, 2017
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Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to write about memories, express feelings, and inspire others through her faith in God.


Cemeteries are sad places when you have a loved one who is no longer with you and they are buried there. Those are painful times. As time goes by your grief changes and it may get easier because you are no longer in a state of shock and now it is the sweet memories that outweigh the sadness. Strangers will pass by their graves and wonder about them.

It is intriguing to walk around cemeteries and read inscriptions on the grave stones. You find yourself wondering about the person, what they were like, what they were known for, what their legacy was. It's hard to see the graves of babies, children and young adults. I wonder what awful tragedy led to their death? I find myself thinking about the families, the heartbreak of the mother and father. Then there are the graves of our men and women in uniform. They are not alive to thank for their service. I am reminded how important it is to engrave your loved one's headstone with information about who they were and how precious they are to you. Not only will it remind you when you visit, but other people will have some little inkling about your loved ones preciousness. You never know also if someone is praying for the comfort of the loved ones left behind.

This poem starts out about dark clouds hovering over the graveyard. It is not to make graveyards look sinister. I live in the Pacific Northwest and we get more dark clouds than sunny days. It always seems to be when I visit a graveyard. But I don't find them sad places so to speak because every human, past, present and future has or will die. There is a 100% reality of that. I published this poem in an anthology comprising several Hubpages authors. It was published using the verbiage of dark clouds. But I added a photo of sunlight beaming across the small cemetery so I am going to share that photo for a different and more pleasant perspective. I apologize for the poor quality.

Join me in my excursion and thoughts as I look at the graves a small, rural graveyard in my community.

Graveyard Musings

Dark clouds hover

over the graveyard

where bodies sleep

in earthen lairs.

Gravestones name

people I never knew.

What did I miss

not knowing them?

What did they suffer?

What brought them joy?

What mark did they make?

Whose hearts did they break?

I tread with care

on their carpets of sod,

lamenting at neglected

crumbling stones

which betray the memory

of those who sleep there.

Admiring artful carvings

and inscriptions

of tender tributes,

I wonder who decides

who is more deserving

than another.

I offer prayers

of celebration

for each one who

were once graced

with life and opportunity.

Perhaps one day we'll meet

in paradise.

© 2016 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved

Sun beams streak through the graveyard.
Sun beams streak through the graveyard. | Source


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      Lori Colbo 2 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      What lovely thoughts you offer here William. Thanks for sharing.

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      William Leverne Smith 2 months ago from Hollister, MO

      I enjoy visiting each cemetery as part of my family history research. They are always quiet and pleasant places. To find an ancestor is a special joy. To know that their relatives, my relatives were in that spot and celebrated a life there is very satisfying to me. ;-)

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      Lawrence Hebb 9 months ago


      This made me think of some of the people I've been researching in my family tree, some of whom had long and full lives, but others short, it makes me wonder what went on and what went wrong?

      Enjoyed the poetry.

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      Lori Colbo 10 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you manatita.

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      manatita44 10 months ago from london

      Promising and positive ending.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      A beautiful and inspirational poem. I am one that does enjoy cemetery wandering but since I have a sixth sense I find when I do wander I am never alone.

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      Lori Colbo 10 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Maimuna, thanks for stopping by.

      Bill, thanks.

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      William Kovacic 10 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Interesting topic, Lori. You bring out the best in this sad subject. Nice work!

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      Dora Weithers 10 months ago from The Caribbean

      Beautiful! The thought of meeting in paradise lifts the grief and the gloom. I like the questions you ask. Each life is worth recognition and celebration.

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      Sheena Hutchinson 10 months ago from NY

      Loved this. I too find cemeteries interesting. It's just calm and quiet and where some find it creepy, I find serenity.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 10 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I have always liked walking through graveyards, reading names and ages, like you, it saddens me when I see a child, especially when a picture is embedded in the stone. I like your poem. Beautiful!

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      Lori Colbo 10 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Oy vay Ann. Moving is a gruesome task, even if one is thrilled with the move. I hope you get settled smoothly and quickly. Thanks for the clarification by Eric. Blessings.

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      Ann Carr 10 months ago from SW England

      I'm fine thanks, though somewhat shattered whilst in the moving process! Boxes, boxes, nothing but boxes; however, there is light at the end of the tunnel in 10 days' time. Then I might get back to writing more - I do hope so! Thanks for asking.

      I think Eric refers to grave-rubbing, like brass-rubbing but with stone.


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      Eric Dierker 10 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Lori, you are so charming and nice to talk with, thank you. If you think about it, it is kind of alright having people on both sides of this seeming divide.

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      Lori Colbo 10 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Thank you for your kind words Eric. I'm not sure why you like people without bodies but I have one I can't wait until it's glorified at the resurrection. It must have been magnificent where you traveled. I have a bucket list where I'd like to travel. Wouldnt it be cool if there was a hubpages cruise where hubbers could meet and see someplace wonderful then write about it?

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      Lori Colbo 10 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Hi Ann, how are you? I love how you describe graveyards. Thanks for the visit. Blessings.

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      Eric Dierker 10 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I love this. Back '72 I Eurailed through Scandinavia to the Greek Isles and we must have hit 100 graveyards. So cool. I like people without their bodies. But they seem just as weird as us "alive" folks. I forget that name of pencil and paper copying of stones, but it is really interesting.

      You just do fantastic work with your words. A God given talent, honed to beauty. Thank you.

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      Ann Carr 10 months ago from SW England

      A thoughtful and thought-provoking poem, Lori. I enjoyed it. You made me think of family and friends now gone, though I never think of them as gone as their lives and words still remain with me and often influence me. I find graveyards peaceful and 'busy' with the past lives of their occupants; many a story can be found as you say.

      Lovely read.