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the dangers of the trade

by claremerison 

Posted: 14 March 2010
Word Count: 173
Summary: This piece evolved by itself, from the prighter side to the unavoidable darkness...


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should I dress in black today, or purple?
sometimes I long for a splash of colour
wear my sunshine yellow socks
to ease my sombre habitation behind
carefully pulled blinds and silently closed doors

even the lights must be dimmed
so far that my eyes squint and struggle to focus
on the matter we avoid for so long but in the end
we will all succumb

I am not the bringer of death
yet I am faced with my ghostly associations
blamed for my part in it and never
thanked for the care that I take

often I want to smile, share a joke
with your dearly departed
they are the closest thing to my understanding
of this world and the irony of it

where life meets death to make it
look more like life again and death
is mourned and hidden in the ground
below a life that is more like death
until death is all there is in my life
my life my life my life
until i forget
my life






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Nella at 11:38 on 14 March 2010  Report this post
Interesting, Clare. It does evolve. Or maybe the opposite. (What is the opposite of evolve?) I really got a sense of something (life) dwindling away to nothingness.
Well done.
Robin

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P.S. Did you post this in the group Flash poetry? It's not up in our list.

claremerison at 15:35 on 14 March 2010  Report this post
Thanks Robin. And thanks for the reminder, I must have forgotten to check the box...it is now though!!

FelixBenson at 17:42 on 14 March 2010  Report this post
I like the reveal in this Clare - leaving the reader to figure out what the poem is about, and good to have a poem about one of the occupations.
There are quite a few reversals in that final stanza, which wrap the reader (and nicely underline) those paradoxes of the undertaker's life, and how the death can take over. There is definately a hint of desperation at the end, if not darkness, a sense of being trapped in with the dead or suffocated by the job....very interesting work!
I enjoyed this, Kirsty

Findy at 12:12 on 16 March 2010  Report this post
Hi Clare

I liked this, flows very well. There is an undercurrent of pathos, dejection maybe - really nice.

I am not the bringer of death
yet I am faced with my ghostly associations


often I want to smile, share a joke
with your dearly departed
they are the closest thing to my understanding


Well done.

findy


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