4.21.2011

the good death

i can take it
start with my feet
give me your weight

when you are done
rains like brushes
ritching my temples

i will expire
in a flushy flurry

carry on.

15 comments:

  1. This would make a nice last speech for a snowman. (Except for the feet part - unless you make the snowman with feet, of course)

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  2. Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog. Actually, I'm doubly thankful because it led me here - to your fabulous words. Great poem, but you should know that as a mom who said "use your words" so often that my bird learned the phrase, you actually had me at your profile summary.

    Looking forward to reading more. I've added a bookmark so I can come poke around when I'm not supposed to be working.

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  3. aw, Mari. i was totally blown away by your tribute to your daughter. mutual admiration is delicious :)

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  4. love your words...ritch...nice...i am melting...

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  5. well, mission accomplished, then. melt away!

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  6. May it be the death of you choice! I did a poem around that theme last week but yours is so much more to the point, lol.

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  7. ha! that's me mostly, no spare words.
    thanks for visiting, loved your poem, too.

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  8. This is terrific!
    Loved the expression very much..

    Hugs xx

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  9. Excellently evocative as always, Marian. You work never disappoints.

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  10. aw, Kerry, thank you, that is very nice to hear.

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