Fear Of Death

[poliphilo]

Fear Of Death

Like a rogue planet, swinging suddenly close,
Drawing the tides,

Pulling everything out of shape,
Causing migraines,
Causing toothache.

Like a pirate ship, heaving out of the mist-
Grinning, undernourished faces along the taffrail and a flag that says No Mercy.

The rain falling or the sun shining and it feeling the same,
The phone ringing or not ringing- both equally  bad.

Oh get away with you, you helium-inflated nightmare. You have been talked up. I don't believe in you.

You're not a planet, or a ship, or a flag;  not even a  bobbing balloon. 

You're just things going on as usual, as they're supposed to, at this stage.

Comments

A reply, sort of

[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

(I like what YOU wrote very much)


Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
-Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Re: A reply, sort of

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

I like Dylan's poem too- though I don't think I agree with it.

[besideserato.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful. [Hug]

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It was something I needed to say.