Graves and Chairities
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
What does it mean?
I am part of a scene,
and the chairs are filled
with ghosts.
If no more alive,
I would rather arrive
in a field graced by
heav’nly hosts.
Angels with wings
sing and strum at harp-strings;
a ghost is unshriven
and moans.
Unholy, it seems,
to surrender my dreams
in a graveyard whilst flesh
coats my bones.
Chairs to the right
and the left as the night
inches into me. Nay,
let me go.
I turn around,
seeking; but oh, the ground
pulls. It pulls…how it pulls
me below.
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Tags: death, dreams, fear, life, loss
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.