Preparation For A Poets Funeral

A tad romantic maybe but hey lets get real & what's wrong with that anyway? Without any romance whatsoever, 2/3rds of us would still be swimming around in some b******s scrotal sack

PREPARATION FOR A POETS FUNERAL

Do not close my eyes

When my pen runs dry

Nor bury me too deep

But wrap me in my favourite shawl

And let the women weep

 

Mourn me for a day

No more he begged

Before he went to sleep

Take care of all the village girls

And all that’s mine is yours to keep

 

Romance is dead

The front pages read

A million women cried

They wrapped him in his favourite shawl

His eyes remained alive

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I thought you didn't like rhyme? There are several here, which flow beautifully, and add to the piece. What you mean, I think, is you don't like rhyme merely for the sake of it, which is what confuses you when you inexplicably like something with rhyming elements.

[Neville]

Existentially correct - thanks, N

[Madeira]

I loved how the words lit my imagination of a true lothario, wonderful!

[Neville]

a true lothario... my word, you are far too generous but I thank you for it and true........ Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts. Had the feel of the ancient poet's wishes and want. In death. A writer's wish. To be remembered. Thank you Neville for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

Bless you John my friend, your words mean a great deal to this old fella............ Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Neville.

[Neville]

Well I'm gonna thank you again, just because I can and I want to .... N

[Mrudula Rani]

This poem is an ageless epitaph for much loved poets.
Dear Neville, You are an incredible writer! You write some of the naughtiest poems and turn round and pen a poignant poem like this. " A million women cried... " that made me very sad.

[Neville]

and you my very dear Mrudula are always far too generous... am delighted tho these particular words had such an impact..... All very Good Things, your friend, N

[Mrudula Rani]

Reading your writings is one of my favorite pleasures. Uma abraço.

[Neville]

then I am truly more than honoured..... Neville

[C Peril]

A highly readable, fascinating poem Neville. The first stanza, for me, is especially powerful. Whether or not it was your intention I think you captured quite well that innate thing which is a part of every poets soul - a desire not to depart from life, to keep experiencing things, to keep feelings things: see the lines 'do not close my eyes' and 'nor bury me to deep' - it's like the character wants to evade the finality of death.

[Neville]

I am truly grateful for your very kind words and must confess, you are not far off the mark as far as this write is concerned... funnily enough, my own ultimate departure does not concern me in the least...... All Good Things, Neville

[Cherrie Palmer]

When our pen has dried and the memory of us gone the eye's of the reader shall behold the poet.

[Neville]

Thank you Cherrie for reminding me of that fundamental principle ..... N

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) as always I loved your poetry

[Neville]

Then I unreservedly thank you again my friend......Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I smiled when reading the author's notes. The poem though, is poignant. I think we all want to be remembered, and poets especially so through the words they have written. Poets are romantics, it is written on their souls. Three stanzas, which flow very nicely with rhyme. I would like to be remembered through my poetry, not for anything else I have achieved, and yet I consider I have achieved. Perhaps there is a bit of Keats in you.

Good morning Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Good mid afternoon Chris... many thank you's for stopping here a while and considering these words which are now quite old indeed... glad I made you chuckle too... N

[Chris Shaw]

You did Neville. It's always good to laugh.

[Neville]

Shh.. I think a lot of folk missed it....N

[Chris Shaw]

Such a huge contrast in tone between your notes and the content of your poem : ))))

[Neville]

indeed...........

[emmajoy]

Each stanza has its own mood, metre sound. Thoughts drifting the mind when looking back and looking up towards blue sky. Perhaps.

Perhaps said poet remembers that tis said, a true poet never dies.. he lingers for the world to remember what he willingly shared.

[Neville]

Your visit to this page is wholly appreciated, as are your associated insights & this poet, does thank you for it and true.... Neville