It feels like such a shame
all that laughter, conversation,
all those ordinary afternoons together.
They just lowered him into the ground
like a basket of rotting bread,
carefully, as if it still mattered.
I hate death.
He’s so selfish –
he arrives already decided,
and leaves everything else unfinished.
I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️
Wow, that sounds awful. Even animals can be unobservant to their young, I guess. Thanks for the comment, Crimsin.
This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
Great perspective Tim.
Thank you my pretty friend. 🙂
Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much, Damian.
This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.
Thanks for your comment, Curly.
Wow my friend! This is a punchy and powerful view of death. Yes the unfinished business both between people and creatively that death leaves incomplete. If only we could have more time to finish our lives and do the things we set out to. And then there are the interpersonal relationships with unfinished business. Old wounded things that were never healed or forgiven between people. I know so well what your poem speaks of. You take the most important thing in life death and put it into a concise form that explores the crucial facets of death with great poetry.
John