I had a mystical childhood that slowly slipped into an adulthood of enchantment. When I Die I hope to stretch out, in a sloping field with good drainage and acorns all about and within easy reach. I would like the scent of oak leaves around me, tannins in the air. The grass is a thick green speckled with the gold of dandelions. A soft breeze is playing a lovely funeral hymn and sunlight glints off every single blade of grass. I can still see their shining smiles as I close my eyes. No ringing eulogy but the clouds remember me fondly, the child who adored them, fashioned them into animals and emperors. A lifelong enchantment we had, an ecstasy of mysticism. Goodbye, shape shifting beauties, I’ll see you soon. We shall dance a windblown waltz. I swallowed an acorn, and so shall be of use unto the end. 5/21
Hard to do a funny and sound ending, you did it. Just love the cloud references and the mention of good drainage in the field. I was wondering what to post next, yours reminded me of an older After I Die poem I have. Thank you!
I loved the ending of this poem. Thank you for sharing it!
Thanks for commenting
Reminds me of this lovely song by Cletus and the Burners.
https://youtu.be/nyKX5Zsy5as
I just listened to them. Got a good old sound for young guys.
Hard to do a funny and sound ending, you did it. Just love the cloud references and the mention of good drainage in the field. I was wondering what to post next, yours reminded me of an older After I Die poem I have. Thank you!
That’s the best way for these things to be, inspiring one another
Kristen, did you post your poem?
Every poet should take a swing at that one. Another topic of universal interest is infinity & eternity.
<3
M.E.
What does the “less than 3” mean? Typo?
I was thinking beret...
with curly hair
That's a pictogram for a heart! {;>
Oh, I see. And that one is a winky face.