Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

On Death

Should I die and be cremated, please preserve my little skull,
For like a nut when the meat is gone, all's left is but the hull..

My skull is house that traps my thoughts, wherein does reason dwell.
Where words upon this paper, spring to life from brain's compel

Do not crush and blend my skull, as though it's a power shake.
Yet my body's bones after death, I care not if they break.

Find a pretty box, where my skull can rest in final close,
Where dreams can live forever in eternal skull's repose.

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Andrea Dietrich June 28, 2024 at 9:17 AM This is such an interesting little nugget. Who would keep that skull though? If you have a loved one who really adores you, it makes sense. I too value my brain, but what awaits us after death makes me care nothing for what is done with my remains. This is a fun poem to read, Hilda Hilda Greenhough June 28, 2024 at 6:17 PM I'm glad you like it.

Karen Jones June 24, 2024 at 9:59 PM lol yes I see you have a gift for morbid poetry ! Interesting thoughts placed in an eerie almost light hearted rhyme! I like it Hilda Greenhough June 25, 2024 at 9:03 AM Thank you. I like the Poe effect too.

Valsa George June 20, 2024 at 3:03 AM A very strange whim dear Hilda. However I enjoyed your lovely rhyming poem enclosing some eerie thoughts. Hilda Greenhough June 20, 2024 at 3:13 AM Thank you. I like morbid poetry. Thanks for the compliment.

Deb M June 17, 2024 at 10:04 AM Very interesting write Hilda! Like said below by others l too like the last stanza! Debx Hilda Greenhough June 17, 2024 at 3:37 PM Thank you. The last was enlightening.

Edward Wraith June 14, 2024 at 7:56 AM A Dalliance with the Dark side. Loved the piece and final thought. Brilliantly executed. Hilda Greenhough June 16, 2024 at 12:54 AM Thank you. I appreciate your comment.

Zyrool Gifford June 11, 2024 at 1:15 AM An unusual topic but beautifully penned, my friend. Enjoy your day. Hilda Greenhough June 11, 2024 at 11:49 AM Thank you.

Susan Ashley June 9, 2024 at 7:30 PM Dear Hilda, a thought-provoking poem. I like the idea of dreams living on after our physical selves are gone... the "eternal skull's repose" sounds comforting. Your last line is amazing and sums up your poem perfectly. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Hilda Greenhough June 9, 2024 at 8:38 PM Thank you. I feel honored for your visit. Hugs sent to you.

Sotto Poet June 9, 2024 at 6:41 PM Hilda, we crave a form of eternal existence, but unfortunately, our life is supposed to end. Your expression was eloquent and so poetic. Hilda Greenhough June 9, 2024 at 7:07 PM It's something I've thought about for a long time. I decided to make it a poem. I thank you for finding it eloquent and poetic.

David Crandall June 8, 2024 at 9:52 PM Hilda, I agree, it feels a little morbid, a little tongue in cheek, and the last stanza is beautifully worded. Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 10:14 PM Thank you for commenting.

Kim Rodrigues June 8, 2024 at 11:29 AM So interesting, Hilda! It is your mind you want to stay composed (in your decompose) A little tongue in cheek, a little morbid, and a great write! Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 11:39 AM Thank you. I like the rhyme in your comment.

Tonye George June 8, 2024 at 9:18 AM That's a weird way to think about this but I love it. It should be preserved. I saw a movie yesterday and the skull was crushed with a hammer. There's nothing left of that man anymore. Lovely piece, I agree Dear Hilda. Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 10:02 AM Thank you for your gracious comments. I am delighted that you enjoyed it.

Victor Buhagiar June 8, 2024 at 5:23 AM You do have strange ideas, but that's what I like. I Malta we as yet have to decide how to handle cremation. Trust this idiotic country to make easy things difficult. Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 7:25 AM Malta, the Mediterranean country with the popular Mediterranean diet. Is it a good tourist destination? I'm glad you like my strange ideas. Thank you for reading this one.

Joseph May June 8, 2024 at 4:49 AM Powerful verse, best wishes Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 7:12 AM Thank you. In the long run, most people's end decisions are decided by their children. This is why it is best to stay on good terms with them.

Ink Empress June 8, 2024 at 3:35 AM Oh gosh, what a powerful poem dear hilda, i always fear whats next after death. Your poems do that, leave an impression, leave us readers feeling so much! How well written and delivered. Sending you light always Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 7:18 AM I appreciate your compliments. Perhaps this poem exhibits a hidden fear of being hit on the head. Anyhow, I'm ever torn between cremation and burial. Light received and light sent you way.

Martin Challender June 8, 2024 at 12:33 AM Powerful creative imagery there Hilda. It's certainly different and well written too. Hilda Greenhough June 8, 2024 at 1:06 AM I thank you for this encouraging comment. It was good to hear from you

Panagiota Romios June 7, 2024 at 7:56 PM Wow! A creative piece, read on you tube annout cremation,, I hgave Your ideas will be in print one day, in that way, you will be immortal. immortal. Brains have to be preserved in a large jar in formaldehyde. Bones disintegrate. Leave us your legacy of delightful poesms! Pangie Hilda Greenhough June 7, 2024 at 8:56 PM I'd best write them down now. Thank you for encouragement.

Paige Hind June 7, 2024 at 6:16 PM Very interesting piece, Hilda- never thought of it quite like that Hilda Greenhough June 7, 2024 at 8:54 PM A little unusual. Thank you for visiting.

Joseph P. DiMino June 7, 2024 at 4:46 PM Indeed, to wonder of memories, if a modicum of thought after death lingers in our physical remains. Original write! Enjoyed! Hilda Greenhough June 7, 2024 at 5:10 PM Thank you for your kind remarks. I'm happy you enjoyed it.

Jack Horne June 7, 2024 at 4:45 AM very thoughtful piece here indeed Hilda Greenhough June 7, 2024 at 6:02 AM I swore I'd never write a death poem They are too gloomy. But I found myself laughing as I wrote this.

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 6, 2024 at 10:50 PM I like the idea of dreams living on forever. An engrossing, lovely poem, Hilda. Best wishes. Hilda Greenhough June 7, 2024 at 2:03 AM Thank you. May all your dreams come true.

Gershon Wolf June 6, 2024 at 7:32 PM Skull, sans cross bones, I see. ~ Visionary Hilda Greenhough June 6, 2024 at 8:11 PM It is different. It is difficult to give some things up.

Sotto Poet June 6, 2024 at 5:10 PM Hilda, A captivating poem about preserving the speaker's skull as a vehicle for their ideas and dreams after death. It also addresses the concept of the body as a transient shell, with the essential soul contained within the skull. Hilda Greenhough June 6, 2024 at 5:37 PM Thank you. It is possibly contradictory, but our cave age ancestors would understand. I love your comments.