Ha, what a dry sense of humor the moment of death can render.
Here the old fart is dying and he's still chasing your a*s out of the house for once hammering on his door. Droll. One wonders if he does then hammer at the gates for St. Peter, or some such.
I think the way you frame death is tonic. I don't see any reason to be morbid about something that happens to all of us (probably many times, reincarnationally) and happens all the time. I remember delivering a eulogy at the funeral of a fallen comrade (motorcycle crash). A strange context to deliver inspiration, but I did. I looked at his body and knew he wasn't there, that a dead body is not a dead soul. So I spoke of his spirit, was spontaneously a kind of lay priest (the official Catholic one in attendance called me a good man), and marveled at the spirit of affirmation arising on a ritual occasion of mourning.
Indeed, "the ending of life is as mysterious and new as the beginning." In a strange way, holding on to that sense of mystery is a deepening mode of information.
Being mystic is to develop a knack for deepening and widening this essential sensibility.
"If I had a hammer/I'd hammer on my uncle's damn door. . ." "OUT, B***H!"
Hilarious black comedy, actually. Such is life.
O then we get some hauntings! I almost forgot! Hmmm, presto yer counter-haunt mojo! Hammer time!
This was really sad and it really makes me feel like I want to cry. I don't believe that someone would do that to you. I don't think someone you love would really be like that towards you. I think he loved you with all his heart...he was just angry...and the anger made him say that last line. I hope this really never happened, but I really liked this poem as well....
It was mysterious in my opinion to. Thanks for sharing. :)
Congratulations for winning. I couldn't imagine an angry soul following me around, haunting me, and even not letting me sleep at night because he's right beside me. I would die of heart attack. Thanks for sharing.
Oh ouch. Although I can name a few people who'd point and yell "b***h" at me before dying. Most likely, they'd have a good reason why. I like your poems because majority of the time, the title is in it somewhere. Mine are just whatever comes off the top of my head. I like this one.
A very dramatic and very effective write. I can see how this scene ends and the haunting begins. This has a rather frightening air about it, watching someone die then having them say that to you. Chilling!
Really interesting last bit- love how you tied the title into the last bit.
I would recommend perhaps broadening the word choice a bit, but otherwise, this was really good- simple and concise at its best. I would also think about perhaps changing the structure and/or text color and font. I thought they were somewhat distracting, and took away from the piece.
Wow you describe a sad scene of him suffering in bed. I would hate to watch someone I love go through all that. I was surprised of how much you hated your uncle. And to call someone a b***h what a way to react before death. Most people want to die peacefully. I think your uncle should have thanked you for being there. At least you was there and not somewhere else.