Applause

[Jerrybaldy]

Spending time with dying people
I knew once whilst alive
the thing that bothers me most
is that they have nothing to say.
No epiphany after all.
Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you,
as you are all special,
every one of you,
my poem about dying people
having nothing too special to say.
Clap hands.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's a sad poem, of course, but in some way that I can't define, it's a heartfelt, truthful one.

[Jack of Hearts]

It is true. No epiphany- just unfathomable loss made actual.






J

[MystyrMystyry]

Clap clap clap... ...

[Haunted]

Several layers of loss expressed in so few lines. The soon-to-be dead; death of meaningful conversations, and a writer's words dying off. The twist is, in having "nothing to say", it's actually saying a lot. Standing ovation from Haunted

[Bar22do]

no, no revelations with dying people, "it's so difficult", were my best friend's last words... thoughtful poem, Jerry, best to you.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Litnet friends for your hands. Bursts into song... " you need hands to hold a little Baaaaby"
Is it just me or is this place in slow mo at the mo?

[Haunted]

seems that way...