Afterlife
Someday, I’ll start over,
anonymous, in a new city,
where the past doesn’t cling
like a drowned man’s suit.
Just me un-selfed, unburdened,
free to sip exotic cocktails
from the patio of a high-rise
with a forever breeze,
by moonlight reading
over the shoulders of waves
as they write and revise
the beach.
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The cadence of this is a nice sip of tea. Bartender, another please.
I really like this vision of the afterlife.
And it reminds me of something.
Maybe Hawaii,
maybe heaven.
” just me un-selfed “
write and revise a beach – dude, perfect. this short poem. and the drowned man’s suit.
I love your poems
they make see
even the afterlife
“ from the patio of a high rise”
This reminds me of the ending of the Ricky Gervais TV series when he walks off and disappears in the distance. I love that series and I love this poem.
your poem captures the feeling in such a tight and polished nutshell
Oh – the waves are a perfect ending for this poem and for the writing and revising of a life.
Wow! Amazing poem. I read the second stanza thinking damn that’s good, and then the third stanza took my head clean off.
You make such craft seem effortless.