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When did the grass grow this tall
over my grave? Could it be that long since
I was swallowed
head first
by the ravening earth?
There was a broken light, I remember
before the dark consumed
my eyelids
and the cold chewed
on my raw bones.
But how strange
to have been forgotten so
completely.
A Traditional Friday 55 for Fireblossom Friday: Ask a Question.
Oh, how cool, a voice from the grave.........strange indeed to be forgotten. I loved especially imagining that tall grass on the grave. Very cool, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry. To be honest, the question just popped into my head, so I teased it out for 55 words. It's been a tiring week - maybe why I'm feeling so close to the grave.
DeleteI always love voices from the beyond. One of my favorite novels begins...but first I have to find the person who murdered me.
ReplyDeleteThere are more deaths than merely physical though.
DeleteThank you, Toni, for coming over to read my late entry to the prompt.
Voices from death...I wonder what mine will say? Such a beautiful poem from the place of death.
ReplyDeleteOne does wonder what musing might come forth from a conscious corpse!
DeleteWhat an amazing poem!!! I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, Annell.
Delete"...but none, I think, do there embrace." Love the tag.
ReplyDeleteIsn't death sometimes seen as a great forgetting? Your poem paints it as horribly cold with no warmth in sight. Chilling, in every way.
'Tis Autumn in these parts, so my figurative language tends to the dismal. Thanks, Shay.
DeleteWhew, wonderful poem. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karin, very much. Always a pleasure to hear your thoughts.
DeleteVoices and questions from beyond - brilliant choice, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Sara.
DeleteYes, the forgetting is the most horrifying thought of it all. This gave me goosebumps Kerry. Beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteYay for the goosebumps! Thank you, Carrie, for your sincere commentary.
DeleteMakes me think it would be horrible to be buried alive. I know I wouldn't like it.
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that last line!!! scary as hell!
ReplyDeleteNo one wants to be forgotten.. maybe that's why we write our poems, so some vestige of our thoughts remain behind.
Delete"it's better to burn out, cuz rust never sleeps"
ReplyDeletethe tone, esp. in that last verse ~
This is one of my favorites.
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