Last March, I took myself on an “Artist Date” to Oakwood Cemetery, where I spent the afternoon writing poetry in the sunshine between tombstones, and I’m proud to announce that one of those poems recently found a home in Visions International, a journal of poetry from around the world.
Today, I’d like to share it with you.
*
Oakwood Cemetery
Breathing is different
in a cemetery.
In out in out
each inhale a second chance
each exhale a choice.
All around, weathered stones
reduce good and evil,
happiness and tragedy
to a few numbers and names.
The sun bears down from a blue sky
while I sit atop a life, shoes off,
breathing.
© Carie Juettner, 2015.
Carie Juettner 
Congratulations. Neat story. I once visited my father’s grave on a sunny afternoon, and I was struck by how peaceful it was. Your poem took me back.
Aww, I’m glad it brought back that memory for you. Yes, it’s amazing how peaceful cemeteries can be under the right circumstances.
beautiful
Thanks, Kelley. 🙂
Fantastic. I love it.
Thank you!
Heavy and lovely. 🙂
Thank you, friend. 🙂
Really lovely.
Many thanks.