Open Poetry #17 |
A Short Requiem on The Day of The Dead |
Glenn Logan Member
since 2001-10-10
Posts 111Virginia |
The life of all living things is a funeral procession; and in the flow of time, life is but a brief digression. Though we parade in black, and weep and moan, or laugh a lot, and pretend it's not - death's not - the end - and even if we wear mocking masks of skulls, or eat bones of white sugar taken from coffins made of chocolate - our procession never stops, its course never swerves - our "final reward" remains as sure as taxes - and learning to die doesn't take a lot of practice. The life of a daisy, a pigeon or a fly is briefer by far - but still we all die. And though the procession for us may be a bit longer than it is for the bird or the bee, and though we often seek to gather money, not honey - not the pollen of flowers, but salaries & fees - this matters very little, and all that we really add to life is what we discern, analyze, and discuss, and then pass along to those who will bury us. And so all I ask of this is that my son survive, and my daughters and god-daughters thrive, that the plum and apple trees live, and the books I write be remembered, for the procession must go on. All life is a funeral procession to bury the mourners themselves - an incessant parade to bury ourselves, the mourners - and all we can add to this funeral procession is what we teach - though what we teach is everything that we do - for the life of all living things is a funeral procession; and in the flow of time, life is but a brief digression. NOTE: More of my poems can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/glennlogan/index.html http://www.poetrypages/pages/glennlogan http://mywebpage.netscape.com/gloganpoet/gloganpoet.html |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
I enjoyed this dark procession into the neverworld. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Dia de los Muertos. Yes, life is a procession, and what we leave behind in memories will not be the gifts under the tree, but the ones from our hearts. |
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