Death

it's suppose to be my first TANKA, I hope you like it

there is no comfort

in sightless soliloquy,

bones pillowed in dirt

with tickling inflicting worms

and bleak silhouttes of woe.

Author's Note

I visited my grandpa's grave today and I just had some contemplation on death and how mysterious it is.
How can someone that you knew so well can just leave and perish and we'll all have to face it too.

Reviews

[wordman]

dam girl this is a dreary picture

[Mike Defreitas]

The existential experience of being "solo" and the absence of emotion, or "no winds to waken". The experience of emotion being the quintessential feeling of aliveness. But you also pointed out the physical part. "Tickling worms to swallow" and the scene of death - as imagined by our fearful minds "pitch black".

Nice imagery.

[Sami Khalil]

A sad memory indeed and a mystery death in a great Tanka form...Bravo..................

[Mary Bosworth]

Interesting way that you have presented this piece. Thanks for sharing

[Blake Fodor]

Loved the sentiments inside this well-written piece