Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Return


I shall return
Quietly down to earth
Perhaps as a rainbow
With its brightly lit seven colors
Perhaps a single red rose
Full of cleavage and perfume
Exposing the heart of love
Inspiring a poet to write
The poem of a lifetime
In turn
My return
Causes love to blossom
Between stale sheets
Lovers honeymoon
Reset the dial ON heaven
But what if.....
But what if.....
I shall return
Some sort of a poisonous plant
Or a Paraná fish, or a shark with sharp teeth
Or a scorpion, or a poisonous snake
All these thoughts going through my head
As I lay down with my head propped up
Eyes closed, cheeks rosy pink
Gray hair greased back to perfection
As mourners pass by my coffin
You may be surprised to know
Dead people do meditate and contemplate
Which fate awaits them in the afterlife?
I might be dead on the outside
And to you dead on the inside
But my spirit circles my body
Like a projection at the end
Of a hand held torch light
Its switch always on
It has no off switch
My light awaits its return
To another form, another body
Whose choice is based?
On the number of good deeds
I left behind......
Before my eyes embraced
Their temporary rest!

July 25th,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 27, 2013
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  • 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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