Poet mourn thyself
A sensational farewell ~ republished from 2024
Is it selfish to mourn one's own death, to pity that final breath, last whiff of earthly scents sublime?
Oh! last fateful kiss, to miss bless'd warmth of the embrace, the touch of cheek to cheek, face to face?
No more to hear lilting, lulling melody, grateful gift of Euterpe?
Bitter, sweet, salt and sour, the heart’s desire for milk and honey, heady savour to tantalise?
Funny, how life’s candle dims,
No more to see sun rise.
Close your eyes.
Do you mourn
Your own
Demise?
About the Creator
Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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