Merciful Things

Of all the merciful things

Sleep, her brother death

Offers of rest, of respite

So one rebuilds

Of the other, the negative

So it goes

One does begin again

The other just an end

Of a need for merciful things

Reviews

[T. Edana Talbott]

Very morbid, and dark - which is a favorite tone of mine. Very nice poem

[Davidgeo]

Sometimes darkness is goodness me thinks

[T. Edana Talbott]

I agree!!!

[Papaya]

I like this one. It's one of my faves of yours.
Nice work.

[Davidgeo]

Should I be embarrassed to say this is based off an Anne Rice book? At least it's not harry potter fan fiction.

[Papaya]

I've read all her vampire books and her witch books. She writes well.
So no. Nothing to be embarrassed of. I've also read the Harry Potter books. Which are good too. But I read those to my kids...

[Davidgeo]

Rawling's a hack... I wouldn't even read her to me cat.

[Papaya]

Oh. Looks who's Irish now?
Anyway. You meant Rowling right?

[Davidgeo]

Ha... yeah. Rowling. Rawling is a maker of baseball equipment. Truly an American mistake.

[Papaya]

Yes, I remember from my ball playing days.
Cute new pic btw.
Anyhow, good poem. I especially like the phrasing at the end. Death being the end of the need for such things...

[Davidgeo]

We are nothing but carcass without our needs. Living is needing... and all that jazz. Only the dead require nothing further.

[Davidgeo]

That sounded a little too dramatic... you know what I mean anyway I'm sure

[Papaya]

Lol. Yes. We are mere shells, lifeless vessels. Our needs and desires make us live and want to live.
But hey, carcass is a nice word too. Why fluff it I guess. :)