no flashing lights, or wailing sirens
nor herd of mourners, or endless wakes
my passing will be as subtle: as the life I led
realism’s melancholy should never be mistaken
for wallowing self-pity
molasses - not bitterness, drips
from these fingertips
as stoic sincerity has my rhythm
flowing effortlessly;
a stark confession of existence
without merited, confidence
this - may - be, but my cup
overflows gamely,
sipping from trophied memories
with unflinching gaiety
and so, with unrequited Hubris
for that Man I strive to become, I settle regret’s debts
with a wilful acceptance: of Humility’s fate…
© L. B. Mek
March 2017
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your first stanza, speaks to me. my mum passed at work closing her eyes and that was that, no pain no fright just a weak heart. we all think of death my friend and the way it may happen. i adore your thoughts in here, a magnitude of dignity, L:B once again touching the mind of a fellow poetess. thank you.
'no pain, no fright: just a weak heart'
that's so beautifully worded, truly!
I'm sorry for you loss dear poet..
and once more, I thank you
for choosing to invest so much thought and time
in my humble scribbles
I'll strive to grow into a poet worthy of your sincerity
someday...
till then, I'll just let your kindness be reflected
in the beaming smile, I shall be randomly sprouting
throughout my day: 😊😄😁
Have to agree with Teddy. The first stanza pulled on me too. As my father is in the late stages of Alzheimer's Disease. Excellent write LB. ; )
treasure the comfort, this days will bring you later
leave no room for regret
and let fate: handle the rest..
I'm sorry for your pain and struggles
stay strong! dear poet
This resonates with many of us who hope the final passing will be peaceful and comfortable. Great writing my friend ☺️
that's awesome!
but also, maybe: not worrying
about our final passing, knowing
it will most likely - not, be so dramatic
can free us
to invest more in the now
that we have, some: semblance of choice over
just maybe...
thanks for the supportive comment, my friend
I like to think it will be easy when the time arrives, and quick .. and with a little dignity maybe ...
yeah, I shall drink to that ............................ maybe we should form that cult after all eh' .....
... Neville
lmao!
dark humour goes down easily on a sunny day
like alcohol does - for winter, some may say..
and truly, ain't that how they all form though?
from fear of what they can't control
because they refuse to comprehend
their lives: will end, eventually..
then, they warp themselves: into ending
their lives: abruptly...!
ah well, if we weren't so busy
surviving, in our strive to live our life's
we could all just sit around and despair
at the futility
of trying to overcome
the abundance of idiocy:
in Our: self-Curated, society... lol
Cor Blimey LBM, this is a condensed biography of me or perhaps the 'me' I'd like to think I am.
I like this piece very much. Deserving of it's place in my fav's.
there's no greater, or more exclusive: a praise
here on mps, in my humble opinion..
thank you! sincerely
This poem...
It is a silent prayer!
Amen!
my brother, I thank you!
for tapping into that solace of personal spirituality
and highlighting it
for all of us: to witness and share..
what a gift you've been blessed with
all my efforts lead to that acceptance you have so poetically penned
then we're kin, dear poet
traversing the same poetic journey
I'll meet you at the finish line:
'Insha'Allah'
as I'm sure, you would agree..
I'll be waiting, sipping on something strong
and bring you a cup, of something sweet
and we can toast: like the kin, we are meant to be
Such good words Mek, something for which we all ask for, dignity and humility in passing.
Andy
yup, our Truth is seldom that complicated my friend
thank you
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