i wrote the following poem in my creative writing class last spring in the style of w.h. auden's "Funeral Blues."
some of you have read it before...well, here it is again.
"death of a loved one"
tell everyone to stay in bed,
surrender dreams for sleep instead.
pack up the pictures, the letters, the gifts,
send away the memories on the train you missed.
any happy thoughts now become
a gentle murmur behind a beating drum.
every smile is forced, every song just noise,
and life is mandatory; there's no longer any choice.
He was my heart's desire, my soul's rebirth,
He was my bright sun, and I his lighted Earth.
He filled my thoughts by day, my dreams by night,
I feared it would end one day; I was right.
Uproot the trees, they don't stand so tall anymore.
Take down the leaves they once beautifully wore.
Shut off the clocks, time has stopped in this season.
Everything is now without meaning, without reason.
2 comments:
i used to have a recurring nightmare based on the song "lady in red," only it was really dissonant, like someone playing on a poorly tuned piano, and the singer had a raspy, non-melodic voice and they said "lady turned red" instead of the produced lyrics, and a woman was being strangled and the whole visual was red and it was terrifying every time i dreamt it and, yes, this is an intentionally and obnoxiously long run-on sentence.
shoot- you dont like the picture?? dang it! I LOVE IT!! I seriously think you look gorgeous. hmm. HMMMM. if you want me to take it down i will. someone already facebook commented that they loved it.
okay. anyway. i have absolutely no info. of meagan's. if you want-- maybe leave her a myspace message? i dont have myspace.
this upcoming weekend im going to arrowhead for a staff retreat. maybe...the following week? what works for you?
to the rest of the world, sorry for sending a personal email in the comments.
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