Leaking Pen

Rookie - 172 Points (Wellington, New Zealand)


I shall return
Quietly down to earth
Perhaps as a rainbow
With its bright seven colors
Or perhaps as a red rose,
Full of color and perfume
Exposing the heart of love
And inspiring a poet to write
The poem of a lifetime.
In turn
My return,
Causes love to blossom
Between stale sheets
Like newlywed on their honeymoon
Who reset love's dial on heaven.
But what if I shall return as
Some sort of a poisonous plant,
Or a Paraná fish, or a white shark with sharp teeth
Or a scorpion or a poisonous snake,
Or even a sewer rat…
All these thoughts go through my mind
As I lay down with my head propped up
Eyes closed, cheeks pale blue pink,
Gray hair greased back to perfection,
As mourners queue to see my open casket!
You might be surprised to know that
Dead people do meditate and contemplate
What fate awaits them in the afterlife?
Although I might look dead to you on the outside
And my soul seemed missing on the inside,
But my light is never turned off
For my spirit circles my old body,
In a temporary fixed orbit
Waiting to break free
And find its new destiny,
Where my soul is reseated
Either inside a new human heart,
Or inside a lesser life form
Dependent on the number of deeds
I pledged, executed or left behind unsettled.
On my judgment day all of my deeds are separated
From each other in three groups:
The good, the bad and the ones left on the fence,
Are counted and weighed on the scale of justice
And once each total result is posted in my book of life,
The group that outnumbered
The other two in the accountability ledger,
Determines when and where my eyes are opened
From their temporary repose,
And here I am today channeling from a higher spirit,
This poem to you
From my new home!

July 25th,2013, Copyright
Leaking Pen 2013
Revised Oct 2nd 2014 /net

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 03, 2014
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  • Rookie - 82 Points David Wood (7/26/2013 5:22:00 AM)

    A very thought provoking poem. I don't know what I'd like to come back as. Perhaps I'd be a ghost haunting people in an old mansion! (Report) Reply

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