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The Day I Die

My words yield you a calm blue sky. 
I shall die, albeit on a spring morning.
It could be a misty frosty time to pray.

Maybe a cold, misty October evening.
A little rain, sun, or haze won't stop you.
I shall die, albeit on a spring morning.

Even so, it will be another quiet view.
A fiction of the memory, a sad joke.
A little rain, sun, or haze won't stop you.
 
That day, my eyes were alike black oak. 
My body was almost as cold as a pebble.
A fiction of the memory, a sad joke.

I'll be whisked away in a deep aisle.
I'm pushing my lucid dreams behind.
My body was almost as cold as a pebble.

Final verse's vibes stuck in my mind.
My words yield you a calm blue sky. 
I'm pushing my lucid dreams behind.
It could be a misty frosty time to pray.


( Not for a contest )

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Vijay Pandit October 14, 2021 at 6:29 AM Compliments for executing so well in this lovely form, Lasaad. A bit melancholy write--but then death always is.

Victor Buhagiar October 14, 2021 at 1:06 AM Meet Joe Black. A famous if rather long film. We all have to die. Some die quickly, others take longer. I have my own preference but it does not depend on me.

Shirley Hawkins October 13, 2021 at 5:34 PM I felt that you were slowly dying, getting colder and colder, wondering if this was the day you would die... Very thought provoking.... Take care.... Shirley Sotto Poet October 13, 2021 at 5:47 PM Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. This is a work of fiction about death, Shirley. All we have to do is close our eyes and visualize how we want it to happen.

Kim Rodrigues October 13, 2021 at 1:01 PM Has a dreamlike feel to it!

David Kavanagh October 13, 2021 at 12:25 PM For some reason Lasaad your poem is evocative of a soldier on the western front in WW2, reading a eulogy over his fallen comrades, trying to bring a sense of humanity to the insanity surrounding them, I'm probably a million miles away, but who cares it's powerful writing in whatever sense intended, cheers David