today is the day of the dead, so i looked around my poetry to see whether i have something on the subject. in 1988, this is what i said:
i wake up in the morning
and i realize:
death must be so sweet.death has a younger brother
and he is my lover,
death has a younger brother
and his name is sleep.
sleep is my lover.but he is my highschool sweetheart;
when i grow up
there will be death.
what do you think?
would you say it’s morbid, macabre?
melancholic, bittersweet?
realistic, natural?
spiritual, insightful?
goth?
Great poem. I’d say all of the above depending on what word you are looking at it through.
Neat.
“Sleep is my lover”
I certainly agree with that one! Personally, I have a less active personality and sleep is probably my favorite activity.
Death, I’m not so sure about. I think I prefer waking up in the morning – even if it means that I have to go to work.
Cheers
Andrew
thanks for the comment!
death … well … i think i belong to a small minority of people who think that death is, or can be, the well-deserved rest after a long life’s work. i can’t say that i’m exactly looking forward to it but i like to imagine that when my day comes, i can welcome death with open arms.
but right now it looks like i still have a few more decades to go.