Letters to the Wind

Letters to the Wind

A Poem by Moonflower

 

 

 

Burn my body, if you must

Let me fly away in a holy cloud of dust

Sing sweet and low as you cast me away

Whispering words of sorrow and praise

Burn my body, let my ashes roam free

Because after I'm gone it's no longer me

© 2010 Moonflower


Charlie
Fly the plane

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The bitterness is being felt... Letters to the wind to let the ash fly, its really a new thought...

Thanks for sharing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Ingenious.
The last line is the best of all,
but it wouldn't be the same if it weren't so perfectly woven along with the rest of the rhyme.
Brilliant work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


powerful words. really are. once you die, it doesnt matter whats done with the body. your sole is no longer there. so it really isnt you. jsut a hollow and empty shell. great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I agree with you. I believe in Native American way. Allow my smoke to raise to my relative waiting for me. A very strong poem. A excellent poem. Last line is a fact. Our bodies are just suitcases for a time.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


and as I burn inhale my smoke
I give you memories as away you walk
ashen my living flesh, drain my blood
to make a human clay one must burn mud
yet letters is what is left a paper made of tree
dies another forest as words burn to be free

I couldn't help it your piece just inspired me, well done dear... well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really like this. It inspired me a lot. Personification is my best friend, so this made me smile! Keep up the great work, you're a great writer!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Whew It is really a great poem, found company with the wind!
acceptance of what is unknown truly reverberate in your spirit.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This seems to capture the release of one's spirit and soul. A freedom from our earthly hold. Very simple and well presented, loved it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


brilliant in its flame because what I see underneath the papable pain is a phoenixlike soul rebuilding herself out of the ashes~ beautiful visuals~

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great piece. Open casket funerals freaked me out when I was a kid. But I'm with you, funerals are for those left behind. I'm pretty sure that at the point that I'm dead, I'm not going to be too worried about what's happening to my mortal coil.
David

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Moonflower
Moonflower

Louisville, KY



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