Open Poetry #49 |
I Wish to be Final |
Fabiani Member
since 2006-05-12
Posts 123Mesa, Az |
I found nothing, no person, no place, no placation under the plot I picked in the graveyard. Beneath a mighty Oak burn my flesh and bone, return me to carbon. Spread my Reminants across the baby's brow, disperse me in soil. Put my soul to pasture. Accend my mind. Bury my body. It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
In my case it will be burn the body. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Fabiani Member
since 2006-05-12
Posts 123Mesa, Az |
Im opting for a good cremation too i suppose i mean the act of speading my ash in soil would be the baby brow representing new life and pasture as well like mind body spirit, my physical below, my mental above and my timeless soul free to graze |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
"Spread my Remnants across the baby's brow, disperse me in soil." ~Beautiful portrayal here, body back to soil as it began. I like that you've included your mind ascension after the body is no more. Peaceful rendition of wishes for end of life, well put! be wellz ~d "..But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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