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at my funeralization
by Charlie Morgani want Rumi, Issa, Buson and Basho
on the front row; my family next.
one by one they'd say a haiku
that was written by each for me.
then i'd be taller than standing,
and snuggly-comfy in their words;
each syllable uttered, a cadence
of assessment of my life lived.
kindness would carry each word;
a silent echo of happiness would
follow each Master's licked lips,
they continue thru 7-5-7 ta-dums
until a drone of syllalbles fill
the air, echoing off trees, clouds,
and all living things 'til they rest
and shed tears will fall no more.
08/26/2008 Posted on 08/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sophia Grace on 08/26/08 at 05:57 PM That sounds like a fabulous sendoff, Charlie. In the final stanza, I see words tangled among branches, thick redwood forests and it is perfect. Great write! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/26/08 at 06:20 PM I want to live in that forest of words, the first planted and come to fruition by your hand, the last said by those who love you. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/26/08 at 06:32 PM Charlie I have no doubt that all the great poets will weep and nash their teeth until you join them in the poets hall of fame! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 08/30/08 at 07:17 AM beautiful |
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