Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Epitaph

I'd curse the failing light
of autumn,
but dying hard
is the fate of a woman.
You can't shrug off the shroud
when the grave dirt's climbing up your knees.

So bury me high above my raising,
by my family tree,
just below my station.
Let the tangled roots embrace me,
take me home,
or set me free.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

34 comments:

Brendan said...

A woman's way, for sure ... this is perfectly carved and wide open. The last three lines soar. - Brendan

Fred said...

MZ, So bury me high above my raising- awesome line. Lots of incredible imagery in this piece. Wonderful job, thanks

Daydreamertoo said...

A woman's work is never done... I expect she had to dig her own grave too before they buried her!~!
Another lovely write from you MZ

Pat Hatt said...

I'd at least help by watching. Don't women like to have an audience?..haha

Brian Miller said...

nice...love the double play in those last two lines....a womans life is a hard dying....

wolfsrosebud said...

do like those tangling roots

Claudia said...

yeah - take me home,
or set me free....nothing in between...no compromises...

Shawna said...

Isn't this the truth?: "but dying hard
is the fate of a woman" :)

I think living hard is her fate as well.

Sylvia K said...

Terrific imagery and I suspect with a lot of depth. No one says it better, MZ!

Sylvia

ayala said...

Strong words here...beautiful!

Emily said...

"Just below my station"
...
Love this.

Fireblossom said...

I have it on good authority that Lady Death totally loves this one.

Natasha Head said...

The final stanza is amazing, and speaks volumes beyond the few perfectly chosen words! Always enjoy the visit...but this one even more so.

Heaven said...

i like the fire brimming from your words... enjoyed this ~

Patricia said...

I can feel the power in this.
I would love to know what inspired it. I think some of my hospice patients feel just like this. Take me home or set me free.
Wonderful write.

lynne said...

Such a strong poem.. your poetry reminds me of work by Jane Hirshfield..

really enjoy your words.

The Old Raven said...

I appreciate how well you know yourself. Wonderful poem!

Mystic_Mom said...

Great poem, really liked it. A lot.

coalblack said...

this sucks. i mean really, this is a totally putrid pile of giraffe shit. who wrote this? your dog?

not really. i just always wanted to leave a comment like that.

love you and your puke suck poem

Coal :-)

Mystic_Mom said...

This poem just resonates with me. I have enjoyed it for a few readings. Many thanks!

Chris G. said...

A hard life indeed...captured with strong words. Fine work!

johnallenrichter said...

Bury me high above my raising and just below my station, (in life....) What a truly lovely and selfless hope and epitaph...... I wish we all could share this view in life.....

hedgewitch said...

Dying hard and living harder, and the best manicure won't get the grave dirt out from under your nails. Fine and lyric poem.(And a line that reminds me of one of my favorite country songs from ricky skaggs.)

manicddaily said...

I love the idea of shrugging off the shroud, with the dirt climbing. Very cool poem. K.

chromapoesy.com said...

Beautiful imagery, affecting and earthy.

Ann LeFlore said...

I adore the ending lines take me home and set me free. Each one of us needs to be set free. Amazing piece and so well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/25/the-groom-of-the-dead-bride/

Joseph Hesch said...

Wow, Mama, you have distilled the thoughts, the lives, the loves of so many women in this piece.

I'll try not to feel guilty about being a man when I read this again and again. It gives me a bit of distance and perspective to say, "Man, what a woman!.

jen revved said...

Several of us seem to be feeling deeply pensive these last few days-- reckoning with our mortality and the beautiful dying that is autumn, our mortal bodies husks as well-- all we can do is embrace it and marvel at the process by means of which things come into being and then fade-- beautiful. xxxj

Kerry O'Connor said...

This epitaph is fearless - take me or let me be one with the dust...

Steve King said...

Perfect brevity, and carved right out of the heart of experience. This is filled with great lines. Very fine writing.

kaykuala said...

MZ, woman power at its best! Power on,who else to depend on but women! Great verse!

Hank

happygirl said...

Bury me by my family tree. Peaceful and at rest, finally...

myheartslovesongs said...

A.MAZ.ING! love this, MZ and the final stanza kicks ass!

dani

Eaton Bennett said...

Powerfully unnerving and yet the last stanza is very liberating. Thank you for visiting and commenting on my latest piece. :))