I thought I'd do something different with this Musing. There are things that come up during unexpected moments that send a creative pulse through me. The other day, I drove by the cemetery and saw sprinklers going. I had several thoughts, and this poem is one of them explored. I'd like to invite you to post your thoughts about the subject "Sprinklers in the Cemetery" in the form of a poem, song or article. Just click the link below the poem.
Sprinklers in the Cemetery
by Angela Josephine
nettle pierces untended ground
untended heart?
while sprinklers in another cemetery
push deep as if to prod new life up
but if the dead will rise
do we judge
by the plots they are given?
and rosemary dries in the hot sun
just out of reach…
