Double Vision
In the graveyard today I had double vision
Double vision of the white marble statue
White marble statue on the nun’s grave
The nun’s grave where the sisters are laid
The sisters are laid God rest their souls
Their souls carried heavenwards by wings of white doves
White doves fly now at approaching black habits
Black habits whipped around legs in the wind
In the wind in the graveyard I had double vision
Of perhaps not quite rested souls
Lucid Gypsy 
Very clever poem, like the way it is written, with end of line making start of next, Not easy. The topic is to my liking. 😉
Thanks Gerry, I don’t often do poetry so its lovely to be encouraged 🙂
Wow. I’ve inserted my comment here – along with Gerry’s — because this poem and Gerry’s about “Nothing Much Happens Here” are so close in theme that they could be a set. If you haven’t read his, you must.
You’ve done a great job, Gilly.
I really like this piece. It has such grace and serenity about it as well as that connection to the here and now.
Julia whenever you say something nice about my writing I feel it really must be okay, thanks so much 🙂
I haven’t seen this approach before. You do a lovely job with it, Gilly! I especially like the imagery of the white doves and black habits.
I don’t know how the structure happened! But I really did see the nuns and doves 🙂 thanks for visiting!
Beautifully written and structured poem, Gilly! The repetition slows you down as you read and makes you notice the images and ideas.
This is a beautiful piece, Gilly. I love the structure–it flows so naturally. The last line especially, sent chills up my spine. Not quite rested, speaks of unfinished business somehow. I don’t know what …
Lovely poem, Gilly. You have a gift. 😉
A really lovely and clever piece!
I love the imagery of your poem… touching.
I like your poem and feel that you may have had company in the graveyard. Glad you wrote about it. Good.
Liz
This is a great poem! Thank you for sharing it with us! Z
Wow, love this poem, especially the repetition of the ends and beginnings of lines. Beautiful!
You do poetry more often than you think…
As probably did the sisters…
Bless You
thanks for stopping by to see me too…
Miss You
Intriguing poem Gilly…your use of repetition is spot on and I love final line.
Great and beautiful poem, Gilly
Beautiful poetry. Graveyard is a place where souls are supposed to rest but we all know that not all souls are lucky to find peace. On a quiet night, their cries flows with the wind asking for our prayers, asking to be remembered.
love the poem, and the repeated words, the double vision, the sense of disturbance and unrest, to borrow a line from francine, be encouraged gilly!
Love the structure and the flow. Nice statue too.