If that day has come
I want you to remember this:
burry me in the depth of bottomless blue ocean
where neither you can trace my tomb
nor spread flower petals over it on a chosen special day
also you can hardly find a gravestone to lean on and cry
If that day has come
I want you to remember me as a sweet memory
Thus, burry me in the depth of bottomless blue ocean
where neither you can trace my tomb
nor spread flower petals over it on a chosen special day
for I couldn’t stand it to feel you crying over my dead body
If that day has come
promise me to let me...
promise me to let me...
#Monday, Nov 21, 2011#
for Creative Writing Ink October 17. Also linked in Poetry Jam.
17 comments:
sad little poem...but beautiful
sad, well penned.
I loved this, the picture, the imagery, the feelings, you have inspired me as well, thanks :)
my gooseberry entry: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/your-asogwe/
perfectly done.
Beautiful, haunting photo, haunting poem.
Love the purple site :3
lukewater
http://lukewater.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/november-lost/
i will echo that wish...i dont want people to mourn when it is my time...i want them to keep me alive in their memories...
great imagery agonizing depiction
Oh that is so very touching, well written, sad. One does have to think about what one wants when one dies and let other people know. Thanks for visiting Poetry Jam!
Lovely poem and the photo goes so well with it. There is something so peaceful about this poem even though it is sad. Thanks for posting at Poetry Jam!
Wow, so vivid especially with the photo attached. I did not think this type of poem could be so peaceful in the reading.
Thanks guys for stopping by here.... and thanks for those nice comments....
This photo prompt is so 'attractive' I coudn't stand not to write a poem about it... :)
Very sad piece. Thank you for sharing this interesting thought. I liked the line "Thus, burry me in the depth of bottomless blue ocean," emphasis on "bottomless." It sometimes seems the ocean is this way.
Erick Flores
nor spread flower petals over it or lean against it...
I love that imagery. But it makes me want to ask why...
...and your beautiful words will be as well.....:-)
The photograph haunts me - beautiful. Yoir poem makes me note how people of different traditions commit our dead bodies to each of the four elements - water, air, fire, and earth. Your case for water is beautifully stated. And I agree with Mary that conveying our prferences is important. Clear stated preferences have helped me feel respectful in the rites for my beloved dead.
yeah, the idea about the water just came up when I saw this picture... And you are right, it is important to say what we want when we die... :)
Thanks for stopping by... :)
Beautiful sad little poem. Well said.
Melanie
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