.
Before I die
I'll have a last look
at that face.
I'll leave smiles
and many moments
to cherish when
I am dust.
.
Breathe in breathe
out. It's all the
difference between
chalk & cheese,
they wisely say.
If I am chalk, stand
before the blackboard
and write my equation.
If cheese, I would
be honored to be stuck
in your teeth for a while
after I am gone.
.
Lady A
10-30-12
.
.
hi
this was a very intense, interesting read. i'd prefer not to be dead or think of other's dead, but you have your rights to think that way. i'd rather you to be chalk than cheese stuck between teeth. very creative, intense, full of imagery, and thought provoking. great write.
Belated Thanks
For reading my meanderings :D
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet Is As Sweet Does
It has been a very long time since anyone called a poem of mine, "Sweet". I feel sugary all over - like a doughnut with sprinkles sweet - Oh Clinton, you make my day. TTYL, gotta go be sweet somewhere. Thanks for the read ~allets~