Fulfilment

poem

 

 

 

Fulfilment

 

 

When I am dead I want to be

buried without ceremony.

 As nourishment to feed a tree

that’s planted in my memory.

 

I just express the way I feel.

Gravestones are cold have no appeal.

A living tree is much more real

Than any monumental deal

 

The carcase that I leave behind

bereft of life is deaf and blind

 was never me but was designed

to keep my spirit close confined.

 

Death cut the strings and turned me loose

My spirit now completely free

What’s left is of but little use

except perhaps to feed a tree.

 

22-Feb-08

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

THIS SOUNDS LIKE WHAT I WANT ONLY I THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE MYSELF CREMATED AND GET MY SON TO GO ACROSS THE COUNTRY STOPPING AT ALL THE KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN JOINTS TO HAVE DINNER AND SPREAD A LITTLE OF MY SALT AROUND TO REMEMBER THE TIMES TOGETHER AND THEM RETRACE OUR STEPS BACK TO WHERE OUR TRIBE BEGAN ON A HILL ABOVE A LITTLE TOWN .WHERE I WAS CONCEIVED BY ACCIDENT THERE TO LITE A FIRE AND DANCE WHILE DESTROYING ALL THE EVIDENCE LOL
TATE

[Brenda Sue]

I love the idea here, so pure and simple. Wonderfully penned. Great job.

[Tim McGovern]

Your style on this, and on " Ridiculous" is so simple and light, almost like Dr Seuss, but the words convey a light hearted and yet very wise view of life in general.
It's a very pleasant style to read.
I hope you continue to write.
Namaste'

[The Tao of Bri]

Yes!! I have often thought this would be more fitting myself! Great write!~B

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I have often thought the same thing that you express here in your wishes. To nourish a tree is an honorable and caring way to be remembered. Thank you for sharing such lovely words.
Light,
Siddartha