- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A good death
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It was a good death. I think that on the whole I behaved well.
Although, to tell the truth, my mind had been on other things.
It took me by surprise. I had not expected it just then,
The time that would never come, until the time that it did.
My shoes are black and polished; they have made my face serene.
They have made me neat and tidy. My suit is newly pressed.
As they fold my arms and then close my eyes, I realise
This is the last time I will ever feel the hands of men.
There are some here today I feel I should recognise.
It is strange to hear the words and know they speak of me.
It seems that I too should walk away, as though this were a dream.
I had not thought it would be like this, as they slowly leave.
I cannot say I know peace but there is no thing
I desire or that moves me as I lie within the earth.
As I stare into the dark, I only think of what has been.
I wonder why I used to care. I wonder if I did.
- COMMENTS
demure101about 10 years agoTo comment on Oldbear's questions, Hardy adresses the idea in "His Immortality."
But then this is a nice different perspective!
StevenTLover 10 years agoI love unique perspectives. I love death meditations. Beautifully written.
Cleardaynowover 10 years agoAuthorLike most of the poems I have submitted, I wrote this some years back and just reviewed it, making small changes before submitting it here.
At the time I wrote it, I showed it to a few friends. One said 'Of course this poem is a metaphor?' I looked at the friend and said 'No, it is about death'.
I think I take the perspective from the view common in ancient times (ancient Greeks and others I think) of the dead wandering round as pale, miserable shades of their former selves - whinging to themselves and anyone they meet. My ghost at least has the common courtesy to stay where he is put.
Personally, I particularly liked the futile conceit of the first line and the bleakness of the last line. Perhaps those are metaphors.
Anonymousover 10 years agoLives on after death . Everything else fades .excellent thoughts : 5-ed
----ashesh9
LesseloovesPeterover 10 years agoInteresting perspective. One blessing of humanity may be that we do not deal with our own passing. What we leave behind is up to others to determine. This is why I try and live with passion, if not now, when?
