...I Will Die
Labels: death, ghazal, i will die, naquillity, national poetry month, poesaics · © Naquillity at 5:54 PM
When butterflies tickle my belly, I will die.
Tree leaves will mellow before I last sigh,
And, birds will choir where I will die.
Abrasive handfuls of dirt will baptize my eyes,
Somewhere in the Bluegrass Mountains, I will die.
A stream will pass my grave's side as it draws nigh;
Beneath an August sunset, there, I will die.
A locket of earth will hold my body's loss without pry,
From death and decay... I will die.
NaPoWriMo 2011, day 2