Your words. Real life and you take the reader with you. Last vessel we must go to. We hope they find better place. A powerful poem dear Thomas. I was glad to find your words on the reading board. Always a pleasure to reads your work.
Coyote
dear Thomas... consider the Lillies of the field,
how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin...
yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one... Matthew 6:28
It seems so appropriate to be with your verses...
truly, Pat
maybe a little of both...and if there is a closed coffin, the deceased doesn't even get the benefit of the frills blowing in the breeze...perhaps it is a reminder to know of and notice these during our lives.
the piece is such a good allegory...
meanings flow.
j.
Now there he is in his coffin all lace and dirty brown,
Covered in his last vessel before heading to the hole,"
This was a fantastic read and I felt like I could really relate to this.
You captivated the readers and had them hooked from beginning to end.
You have a unique writing style and it was a very enjoyable read!
It's weird what our minds focus on at times like that. When my mother died, my aunt picked out her shirt. I hated it. It made no sense to me, but, whatever. Perhaps we want a perfect ending and nothing would make us happy. Perhaps though, we were right. ha
Well done, a great readers travel, made me ponder on cremations whether we would have the choice of looking at the dead barbecued or just plain ashes.im not into the death scenes I’d rather celebrate their lives before they go and pay tributes rather than the usual morbid gathering atmosphere. Yes! Nice writing.
tough in anyone's basket ...straight forward honesty makes this more powerful and emotive ..i feel a deep sadness and that loathing of your protagonist and i wish he had not had to be there at all :( its a trick to make gold and brown such obscene colors .. well done!
E.
Perhaps we, the living, expect death to change what was? So, we look rather than see.. play-act our own feelings because that's the ritual. The living can only recognise Life.. haven't felt the breathless. Perhaps. This - your, writing has set me thinking.. and i will..
Personally, i'd have rainbows.. odd socks and the blues in all colours!
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