Final Rest

Final Rest

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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For Creative Poetry....

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Here lies my body
my life-long shell.
Worked through the grind
and finally fell.

Lying postmortem
on this cold table.
The reaper calls,
"Come, you are able."

An undertaker prepares
to hammer the stones
Of my final resting place
sepulcher for my bones.

Resting in pieces
all through the years.
Time washes away
lost memories' tears.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Judy Ponceby
4/24 New Words: grind, hammer, undertaker, postmortem, sepulcher.

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There is a gentleness in the last stanza that feels cleansing to me--just a lovely, lovely piece of work Judy!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Judy Ponceby

12 Years Ago

Thanks so much Audrey.
Brilliant use of the words given..........nicely dark, yet still gentle as you are.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting Judy.. I love the feeling I get of letting go.. relinquishing myself to the elements to the process of death and burial.. "lost memories tears".. damn do we have to take those with us too..?? lol..xx

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Posted 13 Years Ago


A clever use of the given words, a finely written poem; strangely macabre reading even though its probably how it could be.

I wonder how soon the theme came to you when you saw the collection of words?

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Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the last stanza and you got creative with this on talking as if you are the deceased laying on a table. That was a great detail.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Hm, to imagine oneself dead. I like that. Death is the reason for everything we do, after all. Great.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


This poem really bummed me out, Judy. What's the sense of doing anything?--in eternity's scheme, we're already just a bunch of forgotten bones.
Let me give you a few new words to work with: don't, ever, write, anything, so, damned, depressing, again.
(Technically, a great poem.)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, I like it! This is creative, and all of your rhymes are superb! It has amazing flow as well. Kind of a different subject matter to be dealing with for you.. but you made it work :)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Not a very cheery tale, but you darn-sure used those words! Anything for art, eh?

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Posted 13 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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