Robert Rorabeck

Freshman - 511 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

A Wedding At My Funeral - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The time has not come before
And this is new.
The light is opening for the day
An ingénue displaying her bosom
To man’s face-
I remember when
I was young in following her.
Her tassels feeling through the trees
And drinking roots,
She laughed even while
She rode her bicycle across campus.
I staid up all night and prayed for her.
When tired, she slept
In the shade of a house-
Eyes half closed. I came to her,
She yawned and turned me away.
She said she loved me
Only when she was drunk,
And it was yet that time-
So long ago, yesterday....
Then early this morning she came to me
And offered me the quaff
Of lips.
Dripping nectar on the limbs,
She said, “Never before now, old man, ”
As they lowered me in the grave,
Her light budded
A valleyide of rubrum,
A wedding at my funeral.

Comments about A Wedding At My Funeral by Robert Rorabeck

  • Freshman - 554 Points Patti Masterman (7/12/2009 9:56:00 PM)

    Love your descriptions of your affection and her reactions, so predictable. She seems very real, like a girl you must have known or wanted to. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Rhea Anne Telog (2/2/2009 11:54:00 PM)

    i like your poem...and it very good you wrote it from the heart (Report) Reply

  • Rookie okeydokey #3 (1/21/2008 2:13:00 PM)

    her lips lead to the grave right...this is an entertaining do you do it man... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 11, 2008

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