A Death. Significant and Ominous.
As powerful as life but permanent.
Some say it’s rising to the Firmament
- to Heaven, everlasting happiness.
Some say that Death’s a barrier to love
or rather, strengthens it as time dies down.
Some say a Death reminds us not to frown,
infirming us of courage from above.
And then there’s death. The crude, real deaths:
the flies that drop and die so suddenly,
the spiders crushed upon the walls in rage,
the flowers in the frost that lose their breath,
the thoughts that flitter, fly, and swiftly cease...
And quickly fears of death thus dissipate.
This is so chilling! I love to be reminded of the insignificance of life. I'm not sure I get what you're going for in the last line... fears of death do not dissipate for me, they are strengthened by the ease of which death comes! Oh, and speaking of chilling poetry, you should write a sonnet for Halloween!!... you know since it's such a spectacular holiday and all, it must deserve a mention :P
ReplyDeleteHey thanks Hillary :) I guess I meant the last line to be sarcastic, but I guess it doesn't work as best as it could. I sort of threw it in because I needed something to rhyme with "rage" at the end and I thought, "Well, dissipate's a cool word and close enough!", hence the line.
ReplyDeleteI'm sort of planning to write one for Halloween! I'm actually entering a CBC literary contest with an entry on fall (I'm thinking of calling it "Autumnal Hamlet"), including Halloween, so we'll see if those poems will have an impact on my sonnets :) I know you love Halloween, so it'd be a shame if I didn't write something fitting. :P