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catnipkitty — Talking in My Grave
Published: 2007-07-04 19:49:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 86; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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Laying on silk liningOf a polished
Mahogany box,
Deep down in the soil,
I can hear the faint
Whisper of life
Above me
Footsteps of
Mourners,
Weeping widow's cries...
The soft, gentle breeze
As it sweeps through
The branches of
A sad willow tree...
The chatter of restless
Squirrels,
And the quick, flighty
Conversation of birds...
All above me
In the hum of life.
Down below
The surface
Of the ground,
Insects crawl
And slither,
Making their way
To a nice place to stay
Old Mrs. Peterson
Is arguing with her
Neighbor,
Again...
A recently
Burried man
Cries out to anyone
That might listen...
More polished boxes,
Groan under the
Constant pressure
Of the dirt...
And here I lie,
Talking in my grave.
Comments: 6
I was trying to make it a little lighter than most poems about death. And I like how I could add a little bit of comedy into it! 
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I like it too! ^^ Although one part throws me off. When it says "As is" should it be 'As it'? Since it is referring to the breeze right? Anyway, I really like this one. The 2nd and 4th stanzas are my favourite. And the last two lines of the first.
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Thanks!! You're right...I had a typo there..it is supposed to be "As it.." Thanks for telling me!! 
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