Sad news brings me back to those feelings again. Ugh. Now that I'm nearing 50, I guess it will be a regular event from now on. Getting out the yuck and then moving on.
The below poem was written for the Day 5 prompt, "crush."
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| He'll Get Us All Eventually |
Death Crush
There’s no time for deals
when he knocks on your door,
waiting to serve papers, deliver
your soul to Heaven
or Hell, scrape what is left
of what now means nothing
to you, laugh at the ones
he torments when you leave
them behind.
when he knocks on your door,
waiting to serve papers, deliver
your soul to Heaven
or Hell, scrape what is left
of what now means nothing
to you, laugh at the ones
he torments when you leave
them behind.
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the word scrape really got me. loved the knocking on the door to serve you. definitely a different way to look at it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Bolton!
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I love the way you wrote this, but just remind yourself you have a whole lotta livin' to do! (Not to mention, writin'!) As someone who met 50 already, I can say that the fear of it is over-rated. Do something fun to celebrate, and move on. I sure did.
ReplyDeleteHow, you ask?
I self-pubbed a collection of my own poems, which had mostly been published elsewhere first - and then took copies to assorted venues for readings. It was fun!
And you can do it too! You've got the talent. :D
I don't really fear death. It's just hard watching everyone else die!
DeleteThanks for the nice words and the encouragement! I've been contemplating putting together a chapbook. It's on the "to-do" list. Do you have yours on a website somewhere??
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Definitely it should be on your to-do list! :D
DeleteMy book is called Mugging for the Camera. It's available at Amazon and other online stores (and occasionally an indie book store, too.) I'm thinking about a couple of chapbooks right now, 'though. But I'll do them myself when I get some time. Being in school doesn't afford me much of that, however, but whatever...ya know?
So...back to you. What's this chapbook idea you're contemplating? A particular theme or selected poems?
Your poem made me think of a bittersweet BBC production called "Mulberry" which I loved. Mulberry was an apprentice grim reaper... but you can look it up if you want... anyway, I like your poem's perspective.
ReplyDelete"Mulberry" sounds interesting. I will check it out.
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I really like it, yes, bittersweet, but oh, so real.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diana.
DeleteI know this feeling. My MIL and FIL both passed away with 4 months of each other. Leaves a person feeling numb. A bit hollow.
ReplyDeleteYes, it does, and I don't buy that old saying about time making it hurt less. I still miss my dad just the same as I did when he died. I've just learned to deal with it.
DeleteSending ((hugs)).
:-(
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda.
DeleteSomber, touching words. Well done, you. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Becca.
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