Hilda Greenhough Poet Triolet

Mints At a Funeral

She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?",  asks a woman dressed in black.
Why at a death does someone offer a minty tic tac?
She died so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
Beth died last week after suffering a heart attack.
Please tell me why mints and death combine a dismal fact.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.

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John Lawless October 31, 2023 at 2:53 PM Nice work with the troublesome Triolet form. A poem that sets the reader to squinty eyed thinking. Hilda Greenhough October 31, 2023 at 6:03 PM It can be difficult. Thank you.

Evelyn Judy Buehler October 29, 2023 at 12:37 PM The awkwardness of riding in the hearse is well conveyed in this heartfelt poem. So sorry for your loss. Hilda Greenhough October 29, 2023 at 12:51 PM Thank you. Mints do help stave off hunger since funerals do seem long. I just had to remember not to crunch.

Karen Jones October 27, 2023 at 10:35 AM Engaging. Many people try to help at a time when all are helpless. So little acts of kindness are of comfort to them and they hope perhaps to you. People grieve differently and not all are aware they may do better to bear the awkward silence and just be there or be an ear or hold a hand. My condolences to you if you just lost a dear one. Hilda Greenhough October 27, 2023 at 1:03 PM It was a great aunt years ago. The giver of mints was very thoughtful to offer, but she seemed nervous.

Gershon Wolf October 26, 2023 at 8:10 PM Improbably probable! ~ gw Hilda Greenhough October 26, 2023 at 9:54 PM Perhaps in lieu of a tissue. I hope you liked the silly poem.

David Fisher October 23, 2023 at 5:18 PM Interesting title indeed, and your poem laid it right out there. Hilda Greenhough October 23, 2023 at 5:21 PM Yes, poem and deceased. Thank you

Joseph P. DiMino October 23, 2023 at 8:31 AM I don't know, maybe like Sara said, an awkward way to break the silence some folks find unbearable. Like, everywhere I go, elevator, doctor's office, commercial background-music to more deeply entrance. People afraid to be alone, and explore one's own thoughts. Well said. Blessings. Hilda Greenhough October 23, 2023 at 8:41 AM I feel alone until I become surrounded by a bunch of gossips. See sloppy Mouths Magic 9 by Udaets Melani. It is a resignstion of retirement. Thank you for reading my poem

Jan Allison October 23, 2023 at 4:05 AM I am off to a funeral on 9th nov, will see if anyone offers me a mint! interesting piece indeed Hilda:-) hugs Jan xx Hilda Greenhough October 23, 2023 at 5:14 AM Thank you. Perhaps a mint relaxes people. Best wishes.