Urn

[Jerrybaldy]

You fade in relevance
Like a one time exciting
Brand new tv show,
Blur like the Dewey eyes
Of the schoolgirl
You once knew
Her Hair brushed
One hundred times
With inky fingers,
Her image
Melting like a watercolour
in summer rain
Alone you search
through corridors of
an empty school,
she's not there.

People gather when you die die die
An hour off work to say
Goodbye bye bye.

People gather when you die die die
Relieved it's not them
They sigh sigh sigh.

[Dreamwoven]

Very nice image in this. Love it.

[Jerrybaldy]

I cut some chaff. Thank you Dreamwoven.

[YesNo]

I was at a funeral on Monday for my Aunt. Your poem reminds me of it. After the Methodist ceremony and the final words at the grave site, we were all invited to place our hands on the casket. Those attending the funeral used permanent markers to trace our hands on the casket. They gave us the markers to write what we wanted in the spaces made by the outlines of our hands.

[Jerrybaldy]

It sounds a better than most funeral. Happy you thought of my verse at all. Best wishes

[Jerrybaldy]

Can anybody explain to me how this post has so many views?

[Danik 2016]

It´s an interesting poem. But you are right, it´s a lot for a fairly recent post.

[tailor STATELY]

Must have some new fans.

MystyrMystyry's latest post has over a thousand.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY