There’s a whole lot of noise in final.
The grim reaper has my bones
betting on rattles and dust
while my flesh still fantasizes
about a heartbeat.
Grim stands in the corner
dressed in a black cape and
broken tooth smile looking more
like a cousin to a jack o’ lantern
than the epitome of fearful.
He’s so eager to collect a shell
he can’t see the pearl in the satin lined box.
He is pepper spraying the room with so many tears
conversations can’t rally long enough to funnel stories
about my crazy into belly laughs loud enough
to offend proper etiquette.
If death were a woman, she’d introduce herself,
clear the room of morbid, light a lavender scented
candle,
and edit my sins with just enough truth
to smooth the wrinkles in my obituary.
She would borrow a bit of my sense of humor,
uncork my favorite wine, invite visitors to enjoy
the dessert buffet with a satirical one liner,
“Death goes better with chocolate.”
Lady Death would pull up a chair next
to my guilt bought over priced crate, lean down
to whisper, “I thought you wanted to burn?”
and we’d create a list of those I wanted to haunt.
Comments
clear the room of morbid, light a lavender scented candle,
and edit my sins with just enough truth
to smooth the wrinkles in my obituary."
luv this verse a lot
much love...
to smooth the wrinkles in my obituary
It will do a good job to give time to go through life's experience in a nutshell. It will take a good picture to present a good side of what had been! Great lines Susie!
Hank
Fun reading, Susie, about serious stuff.
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Amy
I did go to a funeral with wine, and more. I can't remember if there were chocolates. I answered your prompt in part:
"Susie, I went to a 'Funeral' like that, it was called a Life Celebration (I think). Her family and husband had it for us, they lived in Bayshore, Bayshore Drive on Galveston Bay. We had LOTS of wine, and food, a preacher came, we even had fireworks over the water at dusk."
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