Flower

Bloom in sunshine delirious

from deep the ground mysterious

puts on a show for all of us

don’t make a fuss don’t make a fuss

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Before too long it will wither

turn dry and brown when we shiver

time to give thanks to the giver

oh come hither oh come hither

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dVerse prompt to write a monotetra— eight syllables each rhyming line except for the fourth line which is a four count repeat. Of course I had to write about the garden.

Flower

Burial

  

Although I am gone I see you there

so nice how you gathered flowers while I

(below in my coffin)

smiled the mortician’s smile

and watched as each of you

placed a rose upon the lid

before I was lowered into the earth

Now I would rather be placed

in a tree pod

my decomposition 

feeding a fig tree

(remember the one 

on the south side of the house)

you can eat my figs

There is sorrow in that

I would have to die twice

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NaPoWriMo Day 8 — writing from the POV of a dead person.  Photo of an ancient burial urn taken at Muséo Archeologico Regionale Paolo Orsi in Syracuse, Sicily

Burial