by EmeliaBell
Sweet look at the things that are valued upon death. It's less about the deceased and more about the thoughts of the living {even when planning one's own final ceremonies}.
To live until my summons comes to join that innumerable caravan...I guess we all spend some time thinking about that.
A marvelous little write ~ something to ponder.
Wish I could write poetry.
All I could ever remember was:-
'The rattle of inumerable bolts.' Duno where it's from 'A' level Engish way back. It was near to my heart as a train spotter.
The actual poem is gone forever.
This one however touches a nerve!
...nothing wrong with a gentle, evocative rhyming scheme and a straightforward subject. A small picture of what an individual holds dear to them.
Personally, I fear rhyme...done poorly it always feels childish and I have not devoted the craft to it...so I appreciate it all the more when I feel it is done well, as I do here...