Posts Tagged ‘death’

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain…” -Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral, in my Mind,

like the slow decension

of the Sun clearing way for Dusk.

And- it seemed- the Procession

carried Reason in the polished Casket.

And the Dirge began to play,

Mourners faces remained Stoic,

the absence of Sagacity

weighed heavy on my head.

No riveting Ecstasy

as the cathedral opened up,

releasing a Necessity unto Heaven.

written 14 November, 2014

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Death of oneself be

more feared-

by Cowards- than death

of one who is near and dear.

Fortune

Posted: May 25, 2014 in Poetry
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Fortune- in Reality-

favors not just the Brave,

but those with Wit enough

to regard the Grave.

 

Am I built of

more than flesh?

Then, what will remain

when I’m laid to rest?

 

A Heart of Pure gold,

and Ivory bones?

Or Papers and Books,

and a Will like Stone?

Today’s date

attached to four names

I don’t recognize.

And I wonder

about names

attached to headstones,

about futures

attached to children

along with memories.

And these are people

who will only be remembered if

they fall under these circumstances-

if they had children,

if they are a character in someone’s story.

We remember historical figures

and celebrities

because of their national renown,

but who remembers

the little people

with their names printed

small

in newsprint?

Where once was sighing-

the great cave opening

to a three-quarter moon;

white stalactites and stalagmites

shaped like gravestones;

a pink worm

pressed to the cave floor,

hiding its red underbelly;

air escaping in a hollow hiss-

now

the dark round emptiness of

it remains, and

the cave walls are close

but not touching,

and there is

no movement.

We send you off

into that good night.

You were seen off

by golden sunlight.

Though tears plague this spectacle,

I remember your happiness

most of all

We’ll be alright.

For my Grandmother, born Feb. 1919, died Feb. 2014