HEG George


The Funeral - Poem by HEG George

Respects have been paid
by those with good manners
and by the mawkish with
restrained curiosity

And now, I sit in a chasm of nothingness.
Raging seas crashing from my eyes,
whilst salty rivers run from my
nose to the tip of my tongue

My day is slate grey with
nimbus clouds abroad.
And my ambivalence riles
against a once merciful Being

No longer registered are the passing
differences between the sun and moon
or the advancing hours of a stagnated clock.
Gone are my reasons for either

I have become Omega, last of my family.
And now I sit, beneath a canopy of pain.
Waiting for her whisper.
Oh, dear God. Let it be soon.

Topic(s) of this poem: funeral


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The loss of my father

Comments about The Funeral by HEG George

  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/18/2015 12:03:00 AM)


    I hear your grief and anger in your words of the passing of your much loved dad in this poignant poem....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015



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