Regarding my Death

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The anniversary of my death

Regarding my death
 
 
 
Each year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour
of passing
that date awaiting etching
to marble memory
 
and i, oblivious
to finality,
marching marching marching
(my matters to attend)
i do not bend
to notice, nor pause
consideration towards the end
 
that graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed


Submitted: March 09, 2020

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Extinct

Sweet kisses...

Tue, March 10th, 2020 3:54am

Author
Reply

Thank you...I like those

Tue, March 10th, 2020 9:10pm

Spyguy

Far be it for your end to come my friend!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 10:57am

Spyguy

Far be it for your end to come my friend!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 10:57am

Author
Reply

I hope it is far! But you never know.
Thanks for reading, Spy!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 9:18pm

benawriter

I shall never forget you, the feel of your touch, your moans, the taste of...well, I'll remember you, trust me.

Tue, March 10th, 2020 1:45pm

Author
Reply

I absolutely trust you, Ben.

Tue, March 10th, 2020 9:17pm

DLCannon

Not sure what this is about, but I like it. :)

Wed, April 15th, 2020 9:32pm

Author
Reply

I'm glad you like it and thanks for reading, DL.
Here's what it's about:

All our anniversaries are known to us....dates that we celebrate each year as a remembrance of an occurrence; a birthday, a wedding, a first date. But every year we all live through a day and an hour that will mark our final moment on earth, the anniversary of our death. It goes by unnoticed and uncelebrated. The poem is written simply to call attention to the irony of that day's passing and to emphasize how we tend not to consider it. That day is a mystery to each of us, be it dreaded or welcomed or approached with indifference. And we ourselves will never celebrate it...only the ones who survive us will observe its coming and going.

Wed, April 15th, 2020 8:25pm

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