Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 31
The life of a poet lives on
through all their poems,
but the day I do depart,
I want to be cremated.

I will entrust family
and some fellow poets
to let my ashes sink
into some deep black ink.
And I'd want them to write
the stanzas I secretly saved
just for the occasion.

That way
they can say
that I put
all my heart
and my body
into poetry.
Literally.

My soul,
on the other hand,
would live on happily
as an eternal poet
having fun rhyming
while everyone's crying.
(and I'd wish they'd stop.)
I wouldn't want my loved ones to be saddened.  I'd want them to rejoice, knowing that my dream of becoming an eternal poet finally came true.
Cassandra Livingston
Written by
Cassandra Livingston  16/F/East Coast
(16/F/East Coast)   
  602
         Simon Bridges, ab ja na, Mary Huxley, M-E, rick and 24 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems