Why a urn or stone?
Premature burial17 total reviews
Comment from Kelly Hanna
This is a good poem. I share the same opinion as you, so I related well to your piece. I too feel as though we shouldn't look into such things prematurely. A job well done.
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This is a good poem. I share the same opinion as you, so I related well to your piece. I too feel as though we shouldn't look into such things prematurely. A job well done.
Comment Written 26-Sep-2018
Comment from tfawcus
This is a concept that I can relate to, and one you have stated most eloquently in your poem. I would like to feel that my spirit was free as the four winds when I die. The moth in a matchbox makes a great metaphor.
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This is a concept that I can relate to, and one you have stated most eloquently in your poem. I would like to feel that my spirit was free as the four winds when I die. The moth in a matchbox makes a great metaphor.
Comment Written 24-Sep-2018
Comment from WildWithWords
A very interesting perspective on the whole burial/cremation argument. If you hadn't spoken of the "indian" as if an unrelated peoples I would've suspected you were indeed Native American.
I like these lines for they explain the feeling....
"Grieve if you must
but let my soul breath" (correction needed here - "BREATHE" )
Enjoyed reading your work Sgt. Floyd
Bill (WildWithWords)
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A very interesting perspective on the whole burial/cremation argument. If you hadn't spoken of the "indian" as if an unrelated peoples I would've suspected you were indeed Native American.
I like these lines for they explain the feeling....
"Grieve if you must
but let my soul breath" (correction needed here - "BREATHE" )
Enjoyed reading your work Sgt. Floyd
Bill (WildWithWords)
Comment Written 24-Sep-2018
Comment from ExperiencingLiphe
I just want to be buried in a tree. I love being outside and I love different parts of every season so let me be outside growing in a tree. You did a great job with this and makes us all think a little
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I just want to be buried in a tree. I love being outside and I love different parts of every season so let me be outside growing in a tree. You did a great job with this and makes us all think a little
Comment Written 23-Sep-2018
Comment from Boogienights
I agree, when I die I don't want a marker of any kind..just my ashes throw to the wind. Of course in some cases it's a comfort to family members to be able to have somewhere to go. Thanks for this thought provoking poem.
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I agree, when I die I don't want a marker of any kind..just my ashes throw to the wind. Of course in some cases it's a comfort to family members to be able to have somewhere to go. Thanks for this thought provoking poem.
Comment Written 18-Sep-2018
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
I would suggest that you say: 'Why an urn or a stone', or simply 'why urn or stone' to help with the grammar here, the last verse is quite chilling, love Dolly x
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I would suggest that you say: 'Why an urn or a stone', or simply 'why urn or stone' to help with the grammar here, the last verse is quite chilling, love Dolly x
Comment Written 18-Sep-2018
Comment from JanPerry
It's why An urn or stone? A vowel has an before it.
So you prefer the birds to feast on your dead body instead of an urn? A stone is the grave, where others can visit you and pay their respects.
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It's why An urn or stone? A vowel has an before it.
So you prefer the birds to feast on your dead body instead of an urn? A stone is the grave, where others can visit you and pay their respects.
Comment Written 18-Sep-2018
Comment from Lance Polin
I'll bet this would sound great spoken before an audience. The four stars is only related to this as a read on its own. There are spots were the rushing flow of words gets caught in the currents, fraying apart into a blizzard of noise. Actually saying this would be cool. But in reading certain of these lines, I simply don't have the energy to race all the way to the end in under two seconds. I see the early 1960s--shim sham! Gray is the color of my true love's heart. You know, that sort of thing. It is very, very good as a monologue. Less so as a poem.
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I'll bet this would sound great spoken before an audience. The four stars is only related to this as a read on its own. There are spots were the rushing flow of words gets caught in the currents, fraying apart into a blizzard of noise. Actually saying this would be cool. But in reading certain of these lines, I simply don't have the energy to race all the way to the end in under two seconds. I see the early 1960s--shim sham! Gray is the color of my true love's heart. You know, that sort of thing. It is very, very good as a monologue. Less so as a poem.
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Comment Written 18-Sep-2018
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written poem about the question we often ask ourselves about how we would like to be buried under the ground with a headstone, or to be cremated and fit in an urn.
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A very well-written poem about the question we often ask ourselves about how we would like to be buried under the ground with a headstone, or to be cremated and fit in an urn.
Comment Written 14-Sep-2018
Comment from Alcreator Litt Dear
This speaks a question following death, while soul never dies, why the question comes for an urn or stone, when Jesus said 'let the dead bury the dead'; well said, well done. Keep Writing -- DR ALCREATOR
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This speaks a question following death, while soul never dies, why the question comes for an urn or stone, when Jesus said 'let the dead bury the dead'; well said, well done. Keep Writing -- DR ALCREATOR
Comment Written 14-Sep-2018
