Funeral In Munich

I should hate you
but you’re dead, you see,
and your grave lies across
this angry sea of me,
you’ve done it
without my consent,
I’m a fool’s fool and all I have left
is this final black-shawled poetic lament,
You wrote your own ending, you said:
"six months or so is all I have.”, and for all
those hungry samurai ghosts of enlightenment
that waited patiently

you forgot to change the dates
just in case
I came running to you, ahead of myself,
to love you with every pore of my being,

and today is your funeral, I am not there
to eulogize and patronize your sudden departure,
I am not there to shed tears while singing your praise
and mocking your soul,

I am here weeping inside this soft bleeding tissue
of carnal flesh,
dismissed and unfulfilled like yesterday’s dreams
I am adrift in a woeful ocean,
terrified to live without you,
without your love.

— Kailashana, Apr 23, 2008

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Rolwright

18 years 1 month ago

I loved it (I mean I loved it alot)

The begining was brutal and straight foward and as it went on it seemed you got more caring.It's like I can't live without the feeling of you being there cause you told me you always would.Even though it's not at all your fault your not here,still I hate you for leaving me.The feeling that you are now left with is too much to take.You hate feeling the way that you do but feeling the way you do only makes you human.It's going to get better cause the rain is just mother nature's way of realeasing the evaporation of pain she built up from the ocean straining in heat.The clouds have to let it go or they'll expload from the pressure.To much of anything is bad for you cause to much rain would over saturate the soil.Then nothing can grow until all the moisture is soaked up. If that didn't make sence maybe this is how I'll make up Pop eye didn't always save the day just because of his spinich,he also grew stronger cause of the screams of Olive Oil.Her hollerin got Sweet Pea crying,He then looked at Bluto and told him you ain't a problem.Knocked him across the sea and yelled,"Don't ever mess with me family!" It can't break you if you let it make you stronger. Until Later Rolwright P.S. Thanks for the poem

Calliope

18 years 1 month ago

Beautiful ...

...and sad.It flowed woderfully I didn't stumble a bit.this is a great write poet. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Truth hits like a tsunami

Truth hits like a tsunami sometimes and sometimes like a gentle warm rain. Always the truth is as it is... No getting around it. No way out. No exit (Satre). ~a

professor

18 years 1 month ago

An ending unseen

Anna, i share your obvious grief dripping from the page of your words and from your heart. I hope the writing has helped at least a little. The rawness of this one certainly tore into me. Yes it could perhaps be polished more but it does and expresses precisely what you intended and that, on this occasion, is all that matters. Truth is a hard mistress, but she is better faced and coped with than the self-deception of comforting lies. Keith

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Thank you all for your

Thank you all for your messages... poetry is, as I have stated, a catharsis for me.... dunno what I'd do without it. Probably shave my head and join a convent or eat a lot of bonbons get fat and join the circus as a fat lady. now...Prof...about polishing it. in this one since, it is so very very personal, i do need help *polishing it up*. Suggestions? ~a

professor

18 years 1 month ago

Suggestions

Since you asked Anna perhaps something along the lines below might reflect the tweaking and polishing i envisaged, although i am sure you can do better. As always I am sorry for your sad loss and your separation from him at the moment of his death and his funeral. Keith I should hate you but you’re dead, you see, and your grave lies across this angry sea from me. You’ve done it without my consent, I’m a fool’s fool and all I have left is this final, black-shawled poetic lament, You wrote your own ending, or so you said: "six months or so is all I have.” And for all those hungry samurai ghosts whose enlightenment waited patiently You forgot to change the dates, just in case I came running to you, ahead of myself, to love you with every pore of my being, So today, your funeral, I am not there to eulogize, to patronize your sudden departure, I am not there to shed tears while singing your praise and mocking your soul. I am here instead, weeping inside this soft bleeding tissue of carnal flesh, dismissed and unfulfilled like yesterday’s dreams. I am adrift in a woeful ocean, terrified to live without you, terrified to be without your love.

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Good Morning Prof...

Tis 10ish here so must be 4ish in the land of Eng... i smile as i write this... oh... thou wouldst have thy way with me... i would be a "proper" poet... see... this personage of Anna has never been able to follow any sort of *proper* even though she is a Virgo with very proper upbringing, habits and social nice-a-teas, alas, i am also a wild woman who finds it hard to take poetry and fill it in the manner of someone else's box of interpretations. you do know what i mean... it comes out the way it does... sometimes, however, i do manage to make it more palatable for a proper professor such as yourself ;-) perhaps you'll read my "I'm Truly Sorry" poem... it looks much like the way you formed Funeral. by the time i wake up you will be midday... hope it's a good one... any day of Springtime blossoms and lusty birdsong is...eh? a.

Arrow

17 years 2 months ago

Sometimes,

you go out of your way to find a poem and eat it in secret. Know what I mean?

hugo la rosa

16 years 10 months ago

Ana

You do write wonderfully well. The poem is excellent and it succeeds in every word, especially in lamenting the departure of the loved one in such dramatic tones, and circumstances. Best Regards, Hugo.