When I Go

by Paul Waring

Sunday 29th January 2017 4:00 pm

scatter me, scatter me,

I will go willingly,

leave me where you will,

let the ashes of my shell

settle back into the earth.

release the dead dust

of my days departed,

empty the vessel,

and let me rest here

with the others.

don't concern yourself

with monuments,

fanfares or obligations,

there is no need,

simply hold what we share

and keep it safe.

Comments

Paul Waring

Mon 30th Jan 2017 18:04

Thanks, as always, M.C. for reading and commenting. Much appreciated. Paul

M.C. Newberry

Mon 30th Jan 2017 17:45

Immortality = to be remembered - takes various forms,
initially via the memories of the living, but later in more
tangible forms...like the image in photographs or, more
importantly to poets, in what they have written which
can be kept and passed on to others who never knew
them.

Paul Waring

Mon 30th Jan 2017 09:45

Thanks Col, hahaha, very good. Imagine blotting your copybook for eternity with that gaffe! Now your forensic mind has got me thinking...?

<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 30th Jan 2017 08:32

and then our loved ones find our stash of poems and think did he really think that? And what was that all about? I thought he liked my trifle! The bastard!

Nice poem. I liked Tom's comment below. It's about all we can hope for.

Cheers,
Col

Paul Waring

Sun 29th Jan 2017 21:34

Thanks once again Alan! I really appreciate both your comments!

Thanks too, Tom, for reading this and commenting. Yes, you're right, I was trying to convey the idea of wanting our loved ones to remember all the memories we've shared as the most important thing after we've gone.

Paul