At My Own Funeral

a sad write

Bells. Cold air. Damp earth.

Carrying my own coffin as if

divided and watching myself from outside.

Throw masks into an empty grave.

I have been caught leaving a shop with

a bag of stolen apples.

Surrounded by dropped faces and lost tones.

The air cold. Earth damp. Bells.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

I also love how the first and last lines are reversed, it gives a sort of closure to this, yes sad write. This was so melancholy I could imaging the cold gray day in this grave. I dont quite get the apples though...

[Claire Twinn]

Love your third verse and the reversal of the first and last lines. This has a melancholy air of mystery

[Becky C Strukamp]

A very unique write about ones death ( perhaps, or using it to describe an ending of something), I love the line "dropped faces and lost tones" It makes one ponder the atmosphere as we are being laid to rest.

[poeticpiers]

enigmatic write open to many interpretations Not quite sure what to mak of it

[Sami Khalil]

This is a nice poem written with a great vision and style...

[Emily B]

to live and re-live, there is a great distance between the poet and the vision, that doesn't leave the history any less clear