A Funeral At My Wedding Poem by Jacques De Boys

A Funeral At My Wedding

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I'm sure this has happened before...
 & 
this is different, but no different. 

Her & sincerity dressed in white- undoubtingly, she's
more ready. Her bosom, as outspoken as any activist. 

I'm convinced that that's what I'm vowing my interest to;  
Frankly, I don't think she understands that 
in the flesh is a siren that has forgotten its sound. 

Plenty of whatevers; I yawn over any prepared promises. 

Only when she's drunk, I offer my half of love. But this is new 
to her, a silhouette of what she forces is what she sees. I'm 
dressed in black. 

I have no real image but she views me. Our possession will never end 
if I say 'yes.' Her joy is death upon my ears. 

She waits for me... her smile getting smaller, as I too, shrink. 

A funeral at my wedding. 

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 06 September 2014

My favourite line is Her bosom, as outspoken as any activist. Lovely Poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Ramesh Rai 28 July 2013

An unique circumstances one side wedding and another funeral. your writing is highly solicited.

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Jefferson Carter 05 July 2013

Some nice moves with language here. what poets do you read?

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Gajanan Mishra 05 July 2013

funeral at wedding, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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