Open Poetry #31 |
Funeral for a Man's Best Friend |
gadfly4you Junior Member
since 2004-01-24
Posts 37 |
The day was luminousless. Color deserted us that day. The trees hung their heads, the sea held her heart. Hanna sits front row, hunched over. Hands in her face, she mewls; Not my boy, not my boy! Hey lay there, regal, even now, decorated in purple and silver. Dog tags sit atop his brown chest, glistening ice under the gasping lights. His laughter rustles through my mind, it steeps, I see him by a hydrant. The pews are full, hands and paws hooked atop wooden benches. They throw snacks in the casket. Nervous whispers bounce around the cathedral walls, pierce the stained glass, and soar hopelessly towards the sky. “They wouldn’t have made it” “He saved the bridge” “He dragged four wounded men over five miles”. Barbera Eulogizes, but words always seem weak. Like plurky coffee. Afteralltheyarejustastringofletters. The back door opens, all heads swivel like pinwheels in a breeze. I hear the soft squeal of his boots. He walks down the middle aisle, All eyes walk down with him. His shaggy hair is blown back with despair, his eyes fiery gray. He stoops by the casket. He does not cry, but the tears have other plans. He places a letter inside. Five words. “I love you Scooby Do” Sorry, just a foray in silliness :-) |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
This was great! You have an amazing wit. TD |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I loved the rhythm and tone of this peice. The ending was silly, but I don't knock off points because of that. Nonetheless, great writing here! |
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