A Poem a Day for November - Day 1: Stones

So, November is both National Memoir Writing Month & National Novel Writing Month. Well, I don't think I'm old enough to write my memoir, and I'm too ADD to write a novel. So, I've deiceded to write a poem a day for the month of November.

I'm already really happy about this decision. If I hadn't decided to take this on, I would have let an interesting moment slip way into a vague memory for a week and then have forgotten about it completely. Instead, it lead to the first poem of my project! I'm not sure how good all of my poems over the next 30 days will be, but I'm going to write them anyways! :-)

Let me know what you think about this one! :-)

Stones

When I was young

my brother and I would hold our breaths

when the car we were in

drove by a cemetery.

I was intrigued back then

with the stone tablets,

some tilted, some cracked, some chipped,

and those with more recent death dates still smooth.

I drove by the cemetery today.

Stopped at a light

I looked over at the grounds,

intrigued by the stark dark stones

against the vibrant leaves

colored yellow, orange, and red

both on still on the trees and those on the grass.

I made a mental note

to go take pictures in the cemetery tomorrow.

I’ve never been to a cemetery

for a funeral,

I’ve always left from the church.