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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

Date: 6/28/2024 9:17:00 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
Date: 6/28/2024 6:17:00 PM

I'm glad you like it.

Karen Jones

Date: 6/24/2024 9:59:00 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
Date: 6/25/2024 9:03:00 AM

Thank you. I like the Poe effect too.

Valsa George

Date: 6/20/2024 3:03:00 AM

A very strange whim dear Hilda. However I enjoyed your lovely rhyming poem enclosing some eerie thoughts.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/20/2024 3:13:00 AM

Thank you. I like morbid poetry. Thanks for the compliment.

Deb M

Date: 6/17/2024 10:04:00 AM

Very interesting write Hilda! Like said below by others l too like the last stanza! Debx

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/17/2024 3:37:00 PM

Thank you. The last was enlightening.

Edward Wraith

Date: 6/14/2024 7:56:00 AM

A Dalliance with the Dark side. Loved the piece and final thought. Brilliantly executed.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/16/2024 12:54:00 AM

Thank you. I appreciate your comment.

Zyrool Gifford

Date: 6/11/2024 1:15:00 AM

An unusual topic but beautifully penned, my friend. Enjoy your day.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/11/2024 11:49:00 AM

Thank you.

Susan Ashley

Date: 6/9/2024 7:30:00 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
Date: 6/9/2024 8:38:00 PM

Thank you. I feel honored for your visit. Hugs sent to you.

Sotto Poet

Date: 6/9/2024 6:41:00 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
Date: 6/9/2024 7:07:00 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

Date: 6/8/2024 9:52:00 PM

Hilda, I agree, it feels a little morbid, a little tongue in cheek, and the last stanza is beautifully worded.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/8/2024 10:14:00 PM

Thank you for commenting.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/8/2024 11:29:00 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
Date: 6/8/2024 11:39:00 AM

Thank you. I like the rhyme in your comment.

Tonye George

Date: 6/8/2024 9:18:00 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
Date: 6/8/2024 10:02:00 AM

Thank you for your gracious comments. I am delighted that you enjoyed it.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 6/8/2024 5:23:00 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
Date: 6/8/2024 7:25:00 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

Date: 6/8/2024 4:49:00 AM

Powerful verse, best wishes

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/8/2024 7:12:00 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

Date: 6/8/2024 3:35:00 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
Date: 6/8/2024 7:18:00 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

Date: 6/8/2024 12:33:00 AM

Powerful creative imagery there Hilda. It's certainly different and well written too.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/8/2024 1:06:00 AM

I thank you for this encouraging comment. It was good to hear from you

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/7/2024 7:56:00 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
Date: 6/7/2024 8:56:00 PM

I'd best write them down now. Thank you for encouragement.

Paige Hind

Date: 6/7/2024 6:16:00 PM

Very interesting piece, Hilda- never thought of it quite like that

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/7/2024 8:54:00 PM

A little unusual. Thank you for visiting.

Joe Dimino

Date: 6/7/2024 4:46:00 PM

Indeed, to wonder of memories, if a modicum of thought after death lingers in our physical remains. Original write! Enjoyed!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/7/2024 5:10:00 PM

Thank you for your kind remarks. I'm happy you enjoyed it.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 6/7/2024 7:50:00 AM

Fascinating idea Hilda, I always tick the box to say I'll donate everything but my corneas - it feels right to leave my eyes intact. Who knows where the essence of us lies - good poem!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/7/2024 2:44:00 PM

Thank you. This poem is a little weird but I think it passes the censors.

Jack Horne

Date: 6/7/2024 4:45:00 AM

very thoughtful piece here indeed

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/7/2024 6:02:00 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

Date: 6/6/2024 10:50:00 PM

I like the idea of dreams living on forever. An engrossing, lovely poem, Hilda. Best wishes.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/7/2024 2:03:00 AM

Thank you. May all your dreams come true.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/6/2024 7:32:00 PM

Skull, sans cross bones, I see. ~ Visionary

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 6/6/2024 8:11:00 PM

It is different. It is difficult to give some things up.

Sotto Poet

Date: 6/6/2024 5:10:00 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
Date: 6/6/2024 5:37:00 PM

Thank you. It is possibly contradictory, but our cave age ancestors would understand. I love your comments.