Not Yet Ready - After Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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This poem was written for a contest, but the form comes from something that I saw in a poetry class recently. The basic idea is that words of the poem are solely made up of the letters in the last line.
Don’t greet death gently.
Those dreary and greyed,
stay, hold, ignore
that feral, frail, reality.
Ignore gainsayers that say
those eternal days of flotage
on the edge of the great end,
dearly holding on,
are beyond their strength.
Death is the great design
for those that forgat
the indignity of being.
Linger on longer, oh ghost.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2021
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