Reminiscences of the DeadA Poem by Sir JoeWhat's in the mind of a dead person, supposing its mind still thinks while its body rots?My eyes opened in hesitation As darkness turned to dawn. The warmth of the sun's rays Battled with the cool air That caressed and teased The foliage of the trees. The chirping of the birds, The sound of the breeze, The swooshing of the leaves And the whistle of the kettle, Oh! How I so marveled At how musical they were, altogether. Still feeling so sleepy, The view was blurry: The curtain that flew Made me see the hue Of the sky that's so blue, Oh! How I so marveled At the beauty of sight after my slumber. I smelt the soft bed and pillow Where I drooled and wallowed. The aroma of the creamed coffee Found its way from the kitchen onto me. Oh! How I so marveled At the zestfulness of the smell. Sadly, darkness has conquered my sight, And it's letting me see no spec, no light. Numbness and coldness has engulfed this body, Subjecting it to decay and insectile scrutiny, Asleep forever in this abyss of nothingness, I'll be eternally unconscious, why, my goodness?! Oh! How I so yearn for and miss Waking up with the taste of bliss.
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Added on July 6, 2012Last Updated on January 13, 2016 AuthorSir JoeStoneville, Oragonland, Pearl of the Orient Seas, PhilippinesAboutWriting is one way I preserve memories, ideas, thoughts, and moments. When I write, I feel I keep a record of the pieces of my existence. Through writing, my deepest emotions become unrestrained, the .. more..Writing
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