Euthanasia

The afternoon was too late

to come and stab my back.

Let me lower the flare of echo,

so that my eyes can stroll around the town,

that was lying under the unquiet tomb.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

What an intriguing and creepy write! Love it!

[moog-drika]

Thanks so much for taking a ride to the write. Means a lot.

[Relic]

Wow, like thoughts after death or in the midst of it. I like your metaphors here. You're a unique writer for sure.

[moog-drika]

Ahh I don't think myself a unique writer. I would rather call my reader's imagination unique. Because it's you who can give some colors to my blank canvas. Thanks so much for all the words :'D It means a lot!

[Relic]

Never thought of that. Nicely said. :)

[moog-drika]

My pleasure ^_^

[Jibey]

Kind of deliciously dark, if you see what I mean. What a stunning phrase - 'lower the flare of echo'...! It made me stop in my tracks - and then I was looking with you 'under the unquiet tomb'. If I'm honest, I can't quite fathom what's going on, but the words have a charm quality to them, stirring my imagination which refused to come up with a coherent picture... just a sense of gloom - the stab' but of vitality - the flare... strolling eyes... the voyeur/observer...the town itself buried under death's domain.
Maybe it was a thought, the 'consummation devoutly to be wished', which somehow became parked, left for another time, another place. Something is flaring within me... fearful of the unquiet tomb

[moog-drika]

Even if you can't fathom, you still have injected a different meaning into the piece. Honestly, I really enjoyed how you described each moment by taking some parts from it. This made me revisit my own thoughts to explore the new meaning which I got from your beautiful review.
This might gave you a dark spooky feel but your imagination appeared as a light in darkness.
Thank you so much for expressing every moment of your journey with the piece. I'm obliged and speechless :'D

[Jibey]

I didn't mean to make you speechless! In fact I'm hoping you'll go on writing and stimulating my imagination. It's very satisfying to be stirred to play with words.

[moog-drika]

Haha I'll do my best to keep stirring your mind :3

[Sneh]

Simply hitting the next level friend, Bravo!! Keep sharing :)💜

[moog-drika]

Thank you so much sweetie, Lots of love

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful word. Artwork and words made your point. Once I saw men in pieces. Could not be saved. Sometime Euthanasia of a sort. Kindness. Thank you my friend for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[moog-drika]

That still gave a disturbing vibe to my mind.
But thank you so much for expressing your thoughts regarding the piece. I'm extremely obliged.

[Coyote Poetry]

It should. What men do to each other is very sad. You are welcome moog-drika.

[¿]

The one who cherishes it, does get it but hardly! Not different at death's case....
Wondering how it'd be to feel a merciful ending....going...gone...reached! ;)
But they're quite brave who kiss death's lips while staying in a trauma yet with no hesitation.....where there's me, will take time till the eleventh hour to think, shall I or not!😅.....jokes totally apart, tis a wonderful piece by you dear Moogdha....ineed I had a great read....be blessed :)

[moog-drika]

I guess nothing could be more painful than kissing death's lips. Obviously this statement has been made by someone who rather kisses the lips of life. But yeah everyone can at least guess that.
Thanks a bunch sweetie for stepping into the depiction and expressing your views about it.
*hearts*

[Amada]

As I've already told you, your imagination is on the throne level.
Someday I'd really like to meet you. If you sponsor my trip 😂

[moog-drika]

hahahaha I don't think you would need that much money to get here. ;) Some hours maybe? by plane or train haha :3
And as for having my imagination on the throne level, that's possible because you made that happen. Otherwise it's just messed up nothing else.
Thanks a lot for the kind words. :'D

[Amada]

Ohh thanks too. 😊 😊 😊

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Who can guess what thoughts are trapped in an irreversible coma? An intriguing metaphorical poetic statement to stir the reader's imagination- great write ... :-)

[moog-drika]

Ahh! Stirring reader's imagination! That's one of my favorite jobs! And the question did trigger my mind to find answers that I doubt I would ever get. Thanks so much for giving me more concepts to think about. And loved the review. I'm obliged :'D

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this, a poem that seems to float, leave a lot of doors open,the title sets the tone for a troubled mood.

[moog-drika]

That's the reason why I deliberately left all the doors open. Thanks so much for such a beautiful review. It really means a lot. ^_^

[wordman]

life has a lot of wonderful and good things for you,but you must stay to feel them

[moog-drika]

Death never understands this, rather pushes me closer to it. *Sigh*