To die like you . . .
I would be free.
No need to worry,
this death would set my heart a-flight.
And my vocabulary
surely would be shortened.
A contest entry
- dying to self by going nowhere.
700 points, ended February 26, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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short and sweet. I enjoy how the title kind of rhymes into the first two lines.. very potent. I've always wondered and puzzled over why many people consider death to be a release. It certainly is an ending and in some views a beginning. But it's curious as to why it's like letting go-- I imagine somewhat like a black baloon floating. Perplexingly delightful. Congrats on the silver for this. Cheers.


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hey look a new poem!.. lol.. sorry.. that wasnt funny
... i feel bad its taken me so long to get a comment wroted down 
so.. that last line is genious and the poem is a perfect buildup to it.
purty good poem for lent i guess. makes me feel kind of selfcentered cuz i dont think about this kind of stuff enough...
see.. its only 6 lines and you have me feeling bad for 2 things.. lol.. nice going
jk
i like it!

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i liked everything about this. i'm catholic, so the first line of dying... my thought went to the season of lent that we are going through... of course, probably the reason for the prompt, too. but to be so self giving and die to all our selfishness would certainly set us free, setting our heart aflight... and the last stanza made me smile.. it goes so great with the title. just love this. thank you for your entry.



