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symphonograph in D# minor.
by Jared Fladelandprelude.
the dead
deathly,
dying,
the dead,
deathly dead
dying,
deadly dying.
the dead,
death,
thusly dying,
dead dying deathly,
dead dead dead dead dead.
the dead.
movement 1.
a coffee mug,
opening on a table,
smeared with the lipstick
of one last quick gulp,
the chair,
left out in the middle of the kitchen,
never pushed in,
always out,
as if waiting,
waiting for someone to sit.
a jacket,
lying on the back of the chair,
faded,
dirty,
blue,
the jacket of someone who worked,
never rested,
but never made enough.
a house,
empty of everything but the remains
of someone who used to live,
but no more.
or no less?
movement 2.
a coffin,
so still,
unsettling still,
unnervingly still,
it hurts to look at it,
or listen to it,
or even imagine it,
because it is far too still,
and that is death.
a variation on a theme.
when i was younger,
i thought that dying meant you learned the secret to life,
and therefore you no longer needed to live.
04/09/2009 Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/10/09 at 01:23 PM I really like the way you have formatted this poem into the titled sections Jared. It makes an good poem very unique and extraordinary! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/10/09 at 03:40 PM I also like the sections to this. The prelude draws out the process and yet doesn't deviate from the ending. I like the physical remains in movement 1 and the determined stillness created in movement 2. This is very stirring, almost an enveloping as one reads. |
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