Freedom is a Cupcake is one of my favorite blogs. Cupcake Man is a compulsive creative writer who truly revels in words, inspiration and the flow of creativity. This is a poem he posted recently, and it is with pride that I present here, by his permission, for Easter. I think it is beautiful.
1914-2006
In that field
where your body will mix with dirt
and women in black
wipe mud off their skirts
you will lie, after seven years without
your man because
he died
but now the sweet divide
erases the dying and
moments when you cried
I saw blue skies above your tomb
cruelest month? No.
this mystery of Easter
in springtime I
envy the dead
And I’ve been dead too
but I saw blue skies and tulips
today at your funeral
cherry blossoms, by me
Easter poem by Cupcake Man
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1 comment:
thanks for the loveliness
- your story's up. It's not much but I hope it's fluffy and ethereal
:-)
happy easter!
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