rolling thunder

i remember being little


and going to viewings,


thinking about how the casket

always looked so comfortable


and soft, with it's satin lining


and soft satin pillow. the


bodies always looked


the same, just asleep,


and rather peaceful.



catholic viewings were


especially boring if


they chose to say the rosary


in the heavy, thick


atmosphere, with


intervals in betwen the


occasional nose blowing


and sniffling of a


weeping relative, or


wailing hysterics of a


child or mother overcome


with sorrow while being


forced to face the reality


of the situation.



today when i hear a


motorcycle pass me


it sometimes brings


back the 'rolling thunder'


of monotone voices


saying the rosary...



...except without the


weeping and wailing.






11:11 PM 5/8/2013 ©

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Your poem makes me understand the pressure behind someone facing the reality of the situation. Fine.  Is it monotone voice or the monotonous saying of rosary that is being compared to the roaring sound of a Harley motorcycle?  


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Yes. But the poem is

Yes. But the poem is remembering from a child's memory at an age where they really have no perception of what death is yet, which is different than it would be than that of an adult.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "