Grief

And they said,

sing to the day's merriment

Concoct something true

Mould an object of light

A verse in shiny hues

Some words to enthrall, 

you and us all

Little did they know,

of a blighted carcass,

in a casket of belief

lying rotten beneath,

A tombstone

With glitter

and amorous sheen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-12-01 at 01:03

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No matter what one's belief system, death in its physical form is not a pretty sight. I understand that most wild animals go to some remote part of the woods when they are dying--a very private affair. Western society tries to cover up the whole process of dying. It's hard to grieve if you don't know what you're grieving for.

Profound verses. Thanks.
2014-12-01



This is so beautiful and dark. Hinting at meanings we can only guess at. Wonderful work. I love the sounds as I read it.
2014-12-01


BM Barde
Dark meaning handly penned in hues lightful, great you!, i gleefully enjoy ur usage of beutiful words to tell an ugly felt.
2014-12-01

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