Poem To Self In Passing

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Bury me not to rot deep in the bowels of earth,
all alone in the cold, silent, dank wetness of dirt.
For the very first day I awoke before birth
I was floating in the warm sea of the womb, so alert
to my mother's warm body fluid, soothing and supporting.
Bobbing and rocking, caressed by her comforting
touching of me, and her soft muffled words and lullabies,
I was carried in her womb until my birth's surprise and cries.

At my demise, burn my body, scatter my ashes far out to sea
so they can bob and rock, floating in sheer delight and glee
at being back in a womb, back in the sea, where I want to be.

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Susan Gentry

Date: 8/23/2018 5:36:00 PM

Congratulations on your win. Creative.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/22/2018 3:43:00 AM

So very lovely is the imagery you have expressed in your wonderful poem John. Congratulations on your win! : )

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 8/21/2018 10:30:00 PM

Just adore this circle of existence, John, from womb-to-womb, and making that analogy with the ocean, (where my spirit has always been) ... I will one day be a part of that briny expanse, and back to the stars, as we all will. Excellent creative work here, with such careful phrasing and beautiful, expressive intent - I would expect no less from you. Sincere congratulations on your FIFTH PLACE in the 'My Muse, Mortal' Poetry Contest - blessings, my friend! :-)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

Date: 8/21/2018 5:04:00 PM

Fabulous piece John, thoroughly enjoyed. Congratulations on your win! xomo

Curtis Moorman

Date: 8/21/2018 3:30:00 AM

John, what a great analogy!! Even an Air Force guy like me can appreciate such deep thought as you connected your birth and death to the sea. Congrats on you win in the contest!