Music to Die By

Posted: February 25, 2016 in Uncategorized

dverseMe, Myself and I…or is it?  Posted by Victoria C. Slotto
For today’s prompt, I would like you to write a poem using the first person–an apparent first person. Perhaps you will leave your reader wondering if you are actually the “person” of if this is a fictional character.

I chose death because I already had an idea in place and wanted to use it.

This heart thumps wildly
then settles to a rhythm
like a slow dance
to music only the dog
can hear. I want to comfort
him but no words come.
I manage a feeble smile.
L
oved ones gather round.
I feel myself slipping
into cool, calm waters,
floating…
outside the bedroom window
a breeze plays the leaves
as the owl
taps his foot

on the offbeat
of
life.

 

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Comments
  1. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    This is absolutely stunning Debi 🙂

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  2. This is so beautiful. That line about the dog got to me. We I able to choreograph my death, I would also choose my own music, setting and the companionship of my dogs and someone who loves me and prays.

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  3. This is really lovely Debi even if I feel it is about the moment of death….written beautifully.I hope it is that pleasant.

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  4. Bodhirose says:

    This is very beautiful and almost comforting in the ease as the last moments come. I love the fade out the window to the owl.

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  5. whimsygizmo says:

    A lovely ending, indeed. We should all be so lucky.

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  6. kanzensakura says:

    Beautiful. I think we all wish we could choreograph our death…cat or dog with me, loved ones, their prayers….just gorgeous.

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  7. Very moving. May it be long deferred!

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  8. Oh that end, may we pass like that when the end comes.

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  9. Mary says:

    A very powerful write! The end of the poem / the end of life is stunning.

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  10. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Love the owl; here in the NW, the natives have a legend, “If the owl calls your name, it is your time.”
    I’m in my 70’s now, & the Grand Transition draws ever closer. Your poem was lovely, touching, without trappings of grief.

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  11. Candy says:

    bravo! and I love the owl tapping its forr as if impatient

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  12. Candy says:

    well that owl should be tappinf its foot, of course 😉

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  13. Divine death I think…I just adore the animal view that you bring in, Debi. Love your voice in this.

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  14. Bryan Ens says:

    “The offbeat of life” – what a great phrase!

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  15. This is wonderful! The rhythm of the heart and nature create a graceful transition to the other side.

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  16. Metronome heARt at the end
    of my wife’s mother’s life..
    Preacher at bedside..
    60.. 55..
    45.. 37..
    20….
    the rain
    outside the
    window pours
    harder and
    harder..
    silence….

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