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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 ©
Comment on 'Rolling ...'
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?
Ben
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. "