Not Ready to Die
Heartbeat like a bellow to my brain,
I lay still, back flat,
listening to raindrops.
I wonder why we live our varied lives?
I know I will succumb to ashes to ashes
one day, like we sang when I was three,
feet on hot pavement, kids from Hawaii,
in a Mexican neighborhood, falling,
laughing, pretending to be dead.
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I enjoyed this. The universality of childhood and your early recognition of mortality.
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I know I will succumb to ashes to ashes
one day, like we sang when I was three,
feet on hot pavement, kids from Hawaii,
in a Mexican neighborhood, falling,
laughing, pretending to be dead
I love the cadence of the lines here. It’s so effortless, like falling. Beautifiul poem.
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Lovely poem! Good to read your work again this year!
Thank you, Sylvia! I am a little late to sign up, but looking forward to the challenge. I love the Lexington writing community!
Beginning with ‘Heartbeat’ there is a steadiness about this poem that drums through. Really like:
I know I will succumb to ashes to ashes
one day, like we sang when I was three,
feet on hot pavement, kids from Hawaii,
in a Mexican neighborhood, falling,
laughing, pretending to be dead.
Thank you!
I’m intrigued by this speaker! I want to know more about this child in Hawaii.
Damn. I love this.