With each step: one, two, three and the next,
To the grave down thy feet thou move ahead;
Worms and all that wait there for their feast
Shall devour thy eyes, thighs and thy tiny feet.
Copyright © July 23, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much, Sona!!
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Yes, our death is a worms’ banquet. At least, every single bit will be “recycled”. Well written with an air of old poetry using the forms “thou” and “thy”. Shakespearian reminiscences.
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Thank you so much, Marta.
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You are welcome.
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Lol, good one.
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Thank you so much for this great comment!!
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We cannot avoid death. So there we all go. Looking for company to worms. Your poem is very good and it is also a good reminder.
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Thank you so much, macalder02, for this great comment!! 🙂
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Funny that you should have written about death. I just happened to re-read “Death Be Not Proud” by John Donne again recently. The poem was published in 1633, while the bubonic plague raged.
It reads, in part:
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so…
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men…
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
Donne was a devout Christian.
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Thank you so much, Anna, for this detailed comment with reference to Donne’s poetry. I’m a great fan of Donne. True, he is a devout Christian. Yet he is a great poet, too. In “Death be not proud”, he argues for the Christian concept of death and life after. For my little verse, I think, I had inspiration from Shakespearean poems and the Buddhist concept of life.
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I always enjoy visiting your blog! ❤
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Thank you so much, Anna. I love to read your kind comments.
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