Buried At Sea
I always thought
that I wanted to be buried
at sea and have nothing but
grey, dull eyes
of fish to mourn me and my bones
would never be disturbed,
my answers
would never be questioned.
I always thought
I should tell you that but
you would wrinkle
your nose and call me
crazy. But,
I would not want to lie
oppressed beneath the
waves when
your eyes are just
as dead and as dull
as the freckled flounders and
pewter flecked tuna drifting
calmly beneath wind
wracked waves.
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Ah! Another poem!
Surprised,
Kalinka B.
3 comments:
Well kal I dont really have much of a comment accept WICKEDLY AWESOME! That is all.
Out of ideas,
Jesse
Do you actually want to be buried at sea? That's so cool! I don't think about death too much myself, but that's where I'd like to be "buried" too.
But then again I really like the water, so you'd probably see that coming.
Marr Vell
Well, I don't know if I would be. The speaker certainly doesn't want to be though. She thought she did, but then she realized that people she was around cared about her as much as fish do, so what would be the point?
*glug*
Kalinka.
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