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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Roses

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow
Don't bring me roses when I'm dead
Or jewels to wear upon my hand
What good to me in Earthen bed?
Don't bring me roses when I'm dead
Plant flowers with me now instead
Find seashell treasures in the sand
Don't bring me roses when I'm dead
Or jewels to wear upon my hand

submitted for The Mag 103

16 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Okay. God, pick-eeeeeeee. :-P

Helena said...

Cool. Not everyone wants the traditional or sentimental touch after they've gone. Personally, I'd much rather have wind chimes tied to a nearby tree. That should be very annoying.....lol

Brian Miller said...

i like the call to be with me now...dont wait til i am dead to remember me...

Bouncin Barb said...

My late husband was so thrilled when his son and grand-daughter planted a peach tree in their yard on his behalf. He loved the thought of that tree blooming year after year after his death. I so loved this one!

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes, plant flowers now...

Heaven said...

Very nice...what would it do if one is dead ~ plant flowers and find seashore treasures ~

Nicholas V. said...

Love it! Excellent take on this image.

Cad said...

Flowers now, indeed.

Mynx said...

Beautiful image and wonderful words. I want my roses while I can still bury my nose in their soft petal and breathe in the fragrance

Sienna said...

love this, and the repetition just might get someone's attention...

nene said...

When I walk by Mamasita's picture sitting on my mantle I blow kisses at her. At least her representation because her ashes still float free over the Gulf of Mexico.

darev2005 said...

Very eloquent. We aren't Egyptians, after all. Put me in a paper sack and let me work my way back into the ground, thank you.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

I want flowers too - of the planted variety.

Anna :o]

Helen said...

Throw confetti (even though I know it is not environmentally correct) after I'm gone, no roses. This is a lovely Magpie.

ds said...

Very nice. Plant the flowers now. In a weird way, this reminds me of Christina Rossetti ("when I am dead, my darling, sing no sad songs for me" or something like that). Lovely.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

I love this! And I love the rhyme.
It sounds like there's still hope for her!
(And I like that, too!)
:)

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