My ongoing exodus from Meta has bolstered my creativity. Today, I poured through all the journals and notebooks lying about (my fellow writers know exactly what I’m talking about) and compiled all my unpublished poems into one collection. I had more than I realized. A new book might be closer than I thought!
Anyway, one of these poems is just begging to be shared now. Who am I to argue with the muse? I may have given y’all a snippet of this one a while back. Now am I happy to introduce the entire poem. I really enjoyed this one. It may be one of my all time favorites. Enjoy!
Death saw me sitting in the cemetery,
Writing down words that rhyme.
He sat beside me, curious,
And asked why I come here all the time.
I told him that the graveyard gives me solace.
Peace and inspiration do I crave.
He was amused by my lack of fear before him,
For many become frightened by the grave.
I told him I was rather fond of his legacy.
With total admiration, did I speak.
Death smiled and quietly said, “Thank you.”
Then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.
Now Death and I meet here every Sunday.
We sit and share our thoughts about the world.
If you wander through the cemetery, past the bench beneath the willows,
You’ll catch a glimpse of Death and his favorite girl.
©2024 by Twisted Libra
I remember writing this in Hollywood Cemetery earlier this year. The macabre can be cute sometimes, you know. I am excited to be writing again, and to be potentially planning my next book! I feel good about the future, my lovelies. Stay tuned!
Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 