A golden shovel in blank verse
I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.
Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching you fade away, what happens ~ in the perpetual darkness after, though even you haven't seen your own death. None will be for your final flickers, but a handful shall heap grief whe(r/n)ever I'll no-longer, marking time, as bodies have since first being. So, while you'll return to dawn again, I won't be watching, my chance a once-dream, like my father's before it.
d’Verse poetics prompt
Songs of Unreason
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to pick one of the following eight lines of poet Jim Harrison’s and…
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