Petals (How A Poet Dies) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Petals (How A Poet Dies)
Rating: ★5.0
Even my own death seems
a poetic lie.
Instead of mourning,
I bring a pot
in which to bury the desperate body.
Its secrets will turn into flower petals.
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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8/29/2026 3:33:42 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
If you can imagine it then it may happen but I don't think you want to be concerned with the dying bit if you can imagine rebirth through blossom. In effect you've legislated poetic death out of existence. Brilliant idea...