- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I Know My Rites
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When I die I want to be buried
In a cardboard box, underneath a tree,
And I want the things I love there, too.
I want them all to be buried with me.
Lay me in the box wrapped in velvet,
With a soft feather pillow and a fabulous hat.
Dress me in silk, with lace and ribbons
And give me a model of my favourite cat.
Don’t forget some things to read:
I get bored without a book.
And make sure my make up is beautifully done,
I always care about the way I look.
I know I’ll be dead and will not know,
But I want the things I love there, too.
In the end we each die alone
But give me, at least, a picture of you.
- COMMENTS
Belegonabout 17 years ago...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...
RonClarkesonabout 17 years agoWish 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!
duddle146about 17 years agoTo 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.
