Death Turns Sullen

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autopsy did not make that distinction. Just — Death by natural causes.So unassuming. So organic.I stood by your side. Hearing words whispered to my mother behind me. Thought you might hear them too. Thought you might sit up — turn to all and shout — do I have your fucking attention now?Wished you had. Would have loved it. Would have laughed — high fived, as the weepers keeled over or ran for the exits. Would have been better than seeing you carted away. Lowered into a hole. You deserved better, Dad.A part of the world died for me that day. Just withered up and turned to dust. That small part that allowed this. Unfair. Sometimes life is unfair and death does nothing to even the scales.Sometimes, I just want you back. To feel the pain of loss all over again. To see you drop, to hear her shout, to experience the joy of your face before it all fades away.Death took you from me, but I still have some of you

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left. In my strong heart, Dad. Beating for you and for me.Prompt: This came to me by <a href="undefined">J.D. Harms</a> based on the word exaggeration. My poem is an extension of recent thoughts and feelings about people no longer with me. Just missing them. Thinking what it would be like if all of them suddenly populated my world. It would be fun — in a word. Thrilling for all the stories to be told. The catching up.What does the prompt: exaggeration reveal to you?<a href="undefined">Karen Madej</a> <a href="undefined">Trista Ainsworth</a> <a href="undefined">Tree Langdon</a> <a href="undefined">Michele Thill</a> <a href="undefined">Dr Mehmet Yildiz</a> <a href="undefined">Paul Myers MBA</a> <a href="undefined">James Knight</a> <a href="undefined">Gurpreet Dhariwal</a> <a href="undefined">R Tsambounieri Talarantas</a> <a href="undefined">Liam Ireland</a> <a href="undefined">Amy Marley</a> <a href="undefined">Salvatore Cagliari</a></article></body>

Death Turns Sullen

20 February 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: exaggeration

I stood by the door as the mourners marched past. Like a sentry — admitting the living to view the dead.

I stood there transfixed — hovering between worlds as the grief swirled within. Tedious as tear after tear filled the hall. Filled the void left by your passing, Dad. Filled my heart with molten fear and a desperate need for retribution.

But there was no one to blame. No pain to exact on another. No knife to thrust deeply. It was your heart that failed. Your blood that ceased to flow. Life deserted you or you deserted life — the autopsy did not make that distinction. Just — Death by natural causes.

So unassuming. So organic.

I stood by your side. Hearing words whispered to my mother behind me. Thought you might hear them too. Thought you might sit up — turn to all and shout — do I have your fucking attention now?

Wished you had. Would have loved it. Would have laughed — high fived, as the weepers keeled over or ran for the exits. Would have been better than seeing you carted away. Lowered into a hole. You deserved better, Dad.

A part of the world died for me that day. Just withered up and turned to dust. That small part that allowed this. Unfair. Sometimes life is unfair and death does nothing to even the scales.

Sometimes, I just want you back. To feel the pain of loss all over again. To see you drop, to hear her shout, to experience the joy of your face before it all fades away.

Death took you from me, but I still have some of you left. In my strong heart, Dad. Beating for you and for me.

Prompt: This came to me by J.D. Harms based on the word exaggeration. My poem is an extension of recent thoughts and feelings about people no longer with me. Just missing them. Thinking what it would be like if all of them suddenly populated my world. It would be fun — in a word. Thrilling for all the stories to be told. The catching up.

What does the prompt: exaggeration reveal to you?