Dead, Day Of The Poem by M.J. Lemon
Dead, Day Of The
Day of the dead
literal dead?
will this celebrate my passing?
or
Metaphorically dead? I am
figuratively dead
out of ideas, out of inspiration
no talent
dead in some other way?
No use to anyone
fired via email note rife
with grammatical errors and
no punctuation.
Doesn't matter
the boss is important and
very much alive, not dead
Dead to the senses?
perfume that strafes
whatever's in the nose that connects
with passing winds
run away or never smell those
cliched flowers again
Does dead tired count?
A celebration of too much labour
can the sofa ever forgive for being
taken for a coffin for just
far too long
2) cont'd: My friend, you have a whole life ahead of you that is full of creative genius!
Thank you, my friend. And yes, I have noticed that some of my comments have not been publishe, or it has taken time, a lot of time. Thanks again, Richard.
PH is up to their tricks again i.e. they didn't post my comments. But to their credit, they posted my 5 stars rating. Perhaps, they're dead tired of their job. You, on the other hand, aren't even close to being dead.
Brilliantly done MJ but Christmas is around the Corner Bravo! ! ! !
All the senses of the word apply, and they nestle together in step-wise order: one can either slip further towards Lethe's current or climb back out when vitality surges.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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(cont.) and eating her with sweet potato pie and several 'moonshine' six-packs. Delicious! ! ! : ) bri