Death Is No Big Deal.
A switch goes off.
The room of you goes dark
forever.
The suite of dark rooms
extends forever.
It's no big deal.
Just a transfer of energy
from one state to another.
It's physics. Nothing more.
A shift of particles
from one state to another.
I'm not afraid
though my black room is just
a few steps in some direction
I can't see just yet.
The room of you goes dark
forever.
The suite of dark rooms
extends forever.
It's no big deal.
Just a transfer of energy
from one state to another.
It's physics. Nothing more.
A shift of particles
from one state to another.
I'm not afraid
though my black room is just
a few steps in some direction
I can't see just yet.
First stanza ...
Beautiful!
You, Gary, are the Divine Duke of Dark.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Matt.
Nice, especially that first stanza. **
Thank you, Rachna.
Yes, that first stanza. Well done, Gary!
Thank you, Kitty.
*, Gary. The foregone destination-so well described.
Dark rooms are our forte.*
Thank you, David.
Thank you, Tim.
I like also the half-hidden refrain of "forever," and " another," which really binds the poem together.
Thank you, David.
No tender darkness here. Great first stanza. *
Thank you, Daniel.
"The room of you..."
"my black room..."
*
Thank you, Bill.
Seemingly effortless. Bravo! *
Thank you, Dianne.
The room of you ! So good.
Thank you, Meg.