Death is funny that way.

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 28, 2020


Last night, I had a dream­
that she was dying.
I forget how, but does it really matter?

I woke up, terrified.
The grey clouds matched my mind.
I would lose everything, eventually,
even this world I used to love.

I took a shower then dressed in the
comfiest clothes I could find.
I needed the universe to hug me.

The house was too quiet;
I tiptoed out of the bathroom
and found her

washing the dishes,
only half awake,
periwinkle shirt with hazel eyes.

I smiled, her back facing me,
knowing how death taunts
and tries to pull us in,
yet, her and I remain unsinkable.

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  • 3 years ago

    by nouriguess

    MarryAnne, your poetry is always honest and moving. This could be me in the poem. My biggest fear is losing the ones I love. I often have nightmares that I'm recieving such bad news. Very comforting to wake up and realize it was just a dream.

  • 3 years ago

    by D.

    I adored the simplicity of this. It's incredibly poignant. With respect to the world status these days, it's easy to be surrounded by death and insecurity. Everything was in your head, the dream didn't matter. All that surrounded you still existed, unmoved by your sleeping thoughts. The ending was so comforting, just the image. There was nothing special about it, but it's so, so special at the same time. I love it.

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    In these times more than ever, we are reminded how fragile we are - collectively, obviously - but individually too. Fears, anxieties and even death invade our sancturies. Nightmares they may be, but they can be truly sobering.
    Sorry for my waffling, MA, but you can probably understand how I ended up on this train of thought...

    I really do hope you are well and keeping safe.

  • 3 years ago

    by Lemon Squeezy

    Creative work my friend I enjoyed reading it and clever title too! Awesome!

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