In Rite, In Ritual, Burn it All by Jessica Ni Leacai
How these deaths were dealt,
by such soured sailored seas,
divvying up our disastrous takings,
And we would long for lighthouses,
Yet no bells bellowed for yours this sad Sunday.
Her and her mourning,mellowed melodies,
lace upon lips in shadows of sorrows,
eyes alighting fires of formaldehyde fevers,
Coffins of funeral pyres petrol-ed with desires,
Ramesses returning us to the den of our deceased.
by such soured sailored seas,
divvying up our disastrous takings,
And we would long for lighthouses,
Yet no bells bellowed for yours this sad Sunday.
Her and her mourning,mellowed melodies,
lace upon lips in shadows of sorrows,
eyes alighting fires of formaldehyde fevers,
Coffins of funeral pyres petrol-ed with desires,
Ramesses returning us to the den of our deceased.
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A poem about getting rid of unnecessary things in life. A death or passing of such things
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Poetry.com 4.7 out of 5 based on 3 votes.
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The words used in the descriptions are brilliant, and the allusions and similes are really intellectually enjoyable. Be careful that your lovely verbosity don't cloud the meaning for those less poetically inclined than you, though. Still, beautiful!
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formaldehyde fevers,
Coffins of funeral pyres petrol-ed with desires,
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the metaphors & book read associations trivialize & intellectualize the death blessed feeling
your poem title is an accurate affirmation
ti r' n a,'n o g' is a wicked depth plunge bliss light
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