Archive for death

While I’m Still Alive

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , on June 17, 2019 by dustus

Please bury me beneath a Palmetto tree
No need to mark the site
Perhaps scatter my ash off a tall stilted pier
On a clear quiet starry filled night

I wouldn’t mind if you toss my remains
In a city stamped white plastic bag
It doesn’t matter; leave me curbed
Alongside recyclables of bottles & cans

(Just like good ole Neighbor Dan
Who died of ragging alcoholism 
[as per his quest]
God I miss his dark humor⁠—
Being trash-bagged once dead was his morbid idea)

Any way, I don’t care
Knowing my spirit lives
So who needs some cushy, pricey, satin-lined box
Or grandiose mausoleum outhouse digs?

(Dignity often precludes the worst imaginable)

So let us then take a poll:
All you departed ladies & gents⁠—
Please raise your hands…
Hmm…  just as I figured; not a single response
So like them, I too am unconcerned

I’d much rather you exhume my book
Or maybe undo cancellation of this ‘site⁠—
Either way… All the best
Which is a given while I’m still alive 

 

A Silent Song

Posted in love, mental illness, Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 10, 2019 by dustus

Crestfallen sighs to mirror waves
Lost mind to discontented days
Wasting breath from burning chest
Most welcome trove of treasured death

Smooth pebbled shore, beached jellyfish
Acts of cutting ties and….

Past life drowning under surface
Found paradise and don’t deserve this….

Love where once I thought self gone
To die alone, a silent song
Subject to scorn self letting down
The walls which isolate one’s sound

 

While Holding Her Hand…

Posted in life, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2019 by dustus

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While holding her hand into sleep

Wondering if she hears me cry?
Feeling I lost all sense of time
Sitting beside mom euthanized
Telling myself it was a dream
Feeling I lost all sense of time
While holding her hand into sleep

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Vigilance

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems, writing with tags , , , , , on January 28, 2019 by dustus

candlelight
Once mourning welcomes darkness
Before grief burns to its end
Each day as bright as candlelight
When your heart won’t seem to 
mend

Yet amid such deep set loneliness
These times leave healing change
And remains of loving vigilance
Seeing through life’s pain

 

“Bermuda Urn”

Posted in Image Poetry, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2011 by dustus

When is life held in gold russet skies?
Vermilion glows, seagull glides…
Or cremation of muscle pulp
Mortar and pestled brain
Grains of sand trapped
Fevered oasis, metempsychosis
Cuticles and burnt hands
Without explanation as to how
We crawl from water, withstand
Nor why free radicals spread illness
Universal mitosis, for giving, then taking,
Our time…

Your body could not win that fight
Razed to die, its own undoing

Condensed via fire into a “Bermuda Urn”
Calling it that throughout your hurt
One lifetime more than a story…
Prior to sailing north of cancer

Her wit seldom lost then
Leaving me now without her laughter

Ex rays, cat scans, biopsies, skin grafts
Vomit, holding her hair back
Malignant ugly purplish bruising
Red bandanna covering bald head
Still meaning each word, every single thing
When I said that you were beautiful
Won’t forget those long drives
Venting for lest it drain in truth

Trips over The Ambassador Bridge
Both loving Vonnegut

Trying not to go broke dying
PT, OT, loss of limb
Watching her struggle on prosthetic leg
Her arm shook supported by cane
Painfully—self-awareness of living unable

Sadly, cursing fate
And all lifelong “friends”
Who out of convenience

Walked away

Before her fatal conclusion; there was a will
She planned a “Bermuda Urn” in pink ink

That made me squint at the torn spiral page
For herself spread, becoming over ocean

Immunity being without design here
Unlike a box of Wheaties, Shredded Wheat
“So it goes…”  Incomplete
You were my champion
In the throes of cosmic jokes
Left in trade winds of connection
Charred vestiges of insanity
Love, I’ll always miss you
Wishing you would come back to me

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