When I am Dead MAG

January 21, 2009
By HannahW BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
HannahW BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

When I am dead, my dearest, don’t stick my bones
together with Scotch tape. Do not try to fit them
underneath a frame. Use them, one by one,
as a weapon, a gavel. My bones,
they can be good back scratchers, honey mixers,
and hands of clocks.

You can toss them across space
and see how far they’ll glide until another hand
slips across it. When I am dead, dearest,
thread my bones to the top of a mountain.

The next time you arrive at a glass sea,
spill it boldly. Spell your life in two parts,
watch them float until they descend
like a weight down into that container.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 405 comments.


on Mar. 29 2009 at 10:49 pm
DeeBear1982 BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It's the Joshua tree's struggle that makes it beautiful" -The glass castle

that was deeeep,it ment so much to me,

I cant even tell you

on Mar. 29 2009 at 1:36 am
CloudedCrystal SILVER, Florissant, Missouri
6 articles 0 photos 23 comments
I love this poem! It has a sorta eerie element of romance what with the bones and such. lol. its deep. keep writin!

KissMe** said...
on Mar. 29 2009 at 12:22 am
this poem was deep. . . i liked it. . . very deep. . . sounds like something i might write. . . :)

on Mar. 28 2009 at 2:50 am
YeseniaG SILVER, Livonia, Michigan
7 articles 1 photo 122 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is what happens when you're busy making plans.

Interesting concept!

on Mar. 27 2009 at 7:09 pm
lightbearer GOLD, North Bloomfield, Ohio
15 articles 0 photos 19 comments
your poem is fantastic! i adore its theme and tone. but i must ask, is there a hidden meaning in this poem?


SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!