I lie in silence,
oozing heart inside embalmed skin,
as the greasy trickle of grey faces swirls by my casket,
names rattling in the tepid radius of the ceiling fan.
Where is the painless fire?
The crematorium we tiptoed past as children,
has waited all these years.
I cry, I need to drink,
a giant burning thirst,
but this steaming desert has swallowed its own mirage.
The seconds stretch,
I watch them run, clutching their forearms,
cotton wads against punctured skin,
inoculated afresh
against grief,
against memories.
A sallow purple rises up to their throats,
they seem dead, upon their moving feet.
I want to sing a devilish dirge,
with bagpipes and kettle drums,
but this unspoken void has consumed its own tongue.
Where are the flowers?
The marigolds and jasmine strings,
the milky tuberose wreaths?
I smell a chemical odour,
a sulphury taste of ancient fear;
the sweat of mortality
coursing down the shrivelled bosom of life.
I try to get up,
flap my wings to rise,
but hands of time have curdled the viscous air.
I lie in silence.
As seconds stretch.
Searching for flowers.
Really quite morbid in a way — nice
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Thank you 🙂
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I came to your post but had to leave before I could comment – sorry about that. I read a lot of sadness in your piece. The waiting in silence and the flowers. Well done.
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Thank you Abhra.
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This is crazy awesome!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Whoa. This is profound, unique and intensely written. What a perspective!
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Thanks so much C.C 🙂
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Eek. I think the most intriguing line is this:
The crematorium we tiptoed past as children,
has waited all these years.
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Thanks Marian, appreciate your comment. Yeah, that was a key line for me as I wrote it as well. 🙂
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interesting images
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Thank you Sabio.
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A place of life
so deep
in cotton
BALL
coffin
grey
where
paper
like existence
knows only
time and
feeling no
longer
exists
@ALL..
where
every
second
of life
is a thousand
years of dying
with no senses.. feeling..
IN liVing vamPire death..
and tHEY Say it is OnLY JUsT..
a mYth.. tHey lie.. thEy lie.. LiE
ThEY
LiE..:)
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Thanks so much Katie.. such an amazing response!!
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Oh, that last stanza–sums it all up! Fantastic!
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Thank you Grace, glad you liked it!
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Oh wow, love that second stanza!
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Thank you, glad you liked it!
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I know these feelings well. A deep depression, or painful loss – gives one that feeling of being dead – inside and out. Searching for flowers….when all is so dead and you see life passing you by, silent and just….looking. I relate a great deal to this one. Excellent write.
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Thank you so much.. am glad it worked.
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This is excellent, chilling, disarming. I read it on so many layers–physical death, perhaps–but even more, psychological paralysis, addiction maybe, spiritual imprisonment. Yikes. You really smack us in the gut with this.
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Thank you Victoria, appreciate your comment very much.
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it’s quite eerie…severing attachments is a bit difficult even at that stage…
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THis is rife with feeling and emotion. It makes me think of someone trapped in their body after it has given up. Its terrifying and sad.
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Thank you X. Appreciate your comment. Just the mood I was gunning for 🙂
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ugh that sounds painful… if we want to spread those wings but due to age or whatever reasons have to realize we cannot as we would love to anymore
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Well, if I ever wanted to know what it felt like to be dead, this is the poem…… Quite an evocative write!
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Thank you Mary.
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This is quite an intriguing poem.
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Thank you Gabriella 🙂
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Death, fear, grief…If the dead can think, you have captured their thoughts. Powerful piece!
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Thank you Susie. Appreciate your comment. That’s exactly what I was thinking about, a flash of consciousness soon after death, like a need to know what happens in the aftermath. 🙂
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I can’t even begin to describe…
just so beautiful, TP ❤
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Thank you bird-bard 🙂
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This felt like two sensations to me… lying in a casket and suffering with depression. Virtually the same stuff, other than… you know, the breathing and all. Even the chemical part works for me! Bipolar mommy says you nailed it! Amy
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Thank you Amy.. appreciate your comment.
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This felt like a festival, words altering mind, tripping into and becoming… from corpse to vampire to child to angel… “I lie in silence, oozing heart inside embalmed skin, as the greasy trickle of grey faces swirls” takes on new meaning with each new identity. Cool!
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Thank you, appreciate your comment.
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Wow, you have captured what it must be like to be in a casket, if consciousness is still attached to its human form- the thirst, the wings that will not lift up – the chemical odor (there is a strange odor associated with death, I have smelled it). Very well written and makes the reader really grasp how the subject of the poem might feel.
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Thank you Sherry 🙂
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Nightmare or nightmarish. This is sharp, despite some of the muted images
Have a good Tuesday
Much love…
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Thank you Gillena 🙂
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What a vivid sense of depression… like waiting for a flower to break through concrete.
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Thanks so much Björn… one of those poems that wrote itself, wasn’t deriving from any particular inspiration or feeling.
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Still it communicated a feeling.
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Thank you..am glad it worked.
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Such a charming piece 🙂
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I’m half joking but wanted to ask is this about zombies or childhood traumas. What gets buried, takes seed.
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Definitely not zombies…!!
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Potent stuff.
There’s a sub-poem here:
this steaming desert has swallowed its own mirage
this unspoken void has consumed its own tongue
hands of time have curdled the viscous air
a sulphury taste of ancient fear
against grief
against memories
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Yes! And don’t know why but that somehow sounds like something you would write!!!
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🙂 🙂
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