death by dreaming

Kevin Michael Bloor

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.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2022 01:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: sweet dreams everyone
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 16
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    '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...

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      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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