The fly will wait.
His corpse rests in the garbage,
atop soiled paper towels
and fragrant coffee grounds.
One day, I will rest too,
packed beneath the chill dirt -
The flowers on my grave will rot,
and the bugs
will have their way.
The fly will wait.
His corpse rests in the garbage,
atop soiled paper towels
and fragrant coffee grounds.
One day, I will rest too,
packed beneath the chill dirt -
The flowers on my grave will rot,
and the bugs
will have their way.
Philosophically. I like it. But do you think the last two lines should be put in the same line as they are one sentence?
I like this. My only suggestion would be to cut the first line to add a little mystery to the first stanza.
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
http://www.writingforums.com/blogs/squalid-glass/
Her emtied corps..
the maggots will..
(just playing with it a little)
Nice one! Thank you for sharing.
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