Euthanasia

The afternoon was too late

to come and stab my back.

Let me lower the flare of echo,

so that my eyes can stroll around the town,

that was lying under the unquiet tomb.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Since I volunteered in animal shelters for years, the word "euthanasia" has a harsh sad connotation, that's why I'm startled to see it used here in a very different way (impactful). Even tho some may read your poem as perhaps being about suicide or death, I am reading this as how some are often in a living in a state of suspended dying from bad choices (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[moog-drika]

You can consider it a blank canvas. The piece can talk about life, it can talk about death or suicide. Like I always say, I collect meanings from my readers. And honestly, I'm really glad to have found a vivid commentary that preferred to color the canvas with connotations over denotations. The last line indeed gave a different angle to my piece. Loved it. Thanks a bunch! ^_^
*hearts*

[Onlyme]

The approachment of death that can't be stopped by man nor beast. Dramatic, powerful and deep.

[moog-drika]

Death seems to love its immortality more than anything else. Thanks so much sweetie for the words.
*hearts*

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed an interesting and thought provoking piece. Seems someone is resigned to their doom but they feel it as an escape from troubles as their light is extinguished and they descend into the grave. Flowing free verse with punch!

[moog-drika]

Wow! that's something new to visualise on. I loved how you shaped the piece differently with your interpretation. Thanks so much for it. :'D

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem speaks to me of impending death, and it is powerful.

Chris

[moog-drika]

This is what my mind spoke to me about. Thanks so much for the positive words. :'D

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome dear one.