For the Birds

My greatest deed when I am done These joyous laps around the sun Above all acts of charity Beyond all art and poetry My flesh be left to birds for feed

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/21/2017 2:30:00 PM

A sky burial you will have to go east then. My friend was cremated and had her ashes mixed with potters clay and became a set of wind chimes for each of her children. The birds will love you and then you fly.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 9/21/2017 2:38:00 PM

How beautiful. Yeah not really realistic, composting is an option ;) But to be loved and be flown...

Joseph C Ogbonna

Date: 3/29/2017 4:07:00 AM

This poem is quite similar to my poem, " I long for a paper's grave." I like the delicacy of language and the precise message it conveys. brilliantly penned. Thanks for sharing it, and thanks for reviewing my poem.

Phillip Garcia

Date: 3/11/2017 1:45:00 PM

Perfectly penned! An enticing piece that makes you reconsider your standing in the world. I love it, well done

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/11/2017 3:07:00 PM

Thank you Phillip, I am very happy you like it so. xomo!

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/9/2017 2:13:00 PM

Hello Maureen. How beautifully poetic. Honestly. Well done

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/9/2017 4:21:00 PM

:) thank you Lisa

Jesse Zerlaut

Date: 3/9/2017 4:02:00 AM

this is wonderful, Maureen, and telling me I inspired that makes it all the more touching and real. What a poem!!! solid 7!

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/9/2017 4:20:00 PM

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Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 3/9/2017 2:07:00 AM

Profound! A 7 dear Maureen!

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/9/2017 4:18:00 PM

Love! xomo

Judy Ball

Date: 3/8/2017 4:40:00 PM

HaHa This is a fine little poem Maureen. Well expressed and great rhythm and rhyme. Reminds me of something I say quite often. I tell people that when I die I don't really care what they do with the body since I won't be in it anymore so they can take me to the zoo and feed me to the big cats if they want. I am biodegradable. Great poem,God Bless and a big 7 from me. JB

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 3/8/2017 9:59:00 PM

Awesome! With alternative Eco friendly funeral business on the rise I am hoping sky burial may be possible for me by the time I do check out, if I don't just get lost in the woods ;) thank and bless you Judy! xomo