My state allows us to compost human remains
I imagine a flower
growing from your mouth
violet or weed? who cares really—
be a place for bones to meet
& mingle with roots of a big-leaf maple
better than being tossed
into the sea—
although that also has rewards.
good companions, in the ocean.
smart, too.
only a whale finds its way home by singing.
Oh, a good piece. Asks questions as poetry should, in a simple and beautiful way. I found the poem quite moving to read. Thank you.
Lovely poem, Trish.
The final line is really beautiful.
Oh, this is quite nice. particularly like the second stanza.
YES. Really lovely work.
Beautiful Trish. Love the way the opening stanza grabs.
I like this too Trish. I remember when my sons goldfish died. He was 4-5 years old and devestated. So we ceremoniously buried it in the garden and when flowers grew there in the spring he called them the fish flowers. This piece of yours is like that too.