I don’t wanna burn in a blazing plane,
be bludgeoned to death by my brother, Cain.
I’d rather O.D. with a hemlock drink,
snuffed out like a candle before you blink.
Don’t wanna be skewered by a shark at sea,
fast food for the fishes – a feast for free.
I’d rather collapse in a heap on land,
be buried beneath the soil or sand.
I don’t wanna die of a broken heart,
left lonely by lover to fall apart.
I’d rather a dagger was plunged in deep
to save me a lifetime of tears I’d weep.
I don’t wanna drown in the ocean blue,
like Shelley, the poet, I love so true.
I’d rather depart as I’m dreaming deep,
slip slyly away as I sweetly sleep.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 15th, 2022 01:33
- Comment from author about the poem: sweet dreams everyone
- Category: Reflection
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'I’d rather depart as I’m dreaming deep,
slip slyly away'
what a poetic feast! dear Poet
from Biblical
to Socrates
to Shakespeare
and even Romantic Poetry's
most romantic tale..
did you know, story goes
when they found Shelley
they had to burn his body
right there on the coastline
and its said, Mary
grabbed the ashes of his heart
with her bare hands
and kept it, between the pages
of his poem
where he speaks of life's unending connectivity
clinging-on to her one and only
'cor cordium'
heart of heart's...
Thanks, LB. I just read that when His body (Shelley's) was finally washed ashore, they found an open copy of the poems of Keats inside his jacket. I find this so poignant and tragic. Again, many thanks for your continued support, my poet friend.
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