NaPoWriMo Day 8 poems, written on, err, Day 10. The prompt was to write a monologue from a dead person.
(Disclaimer Note: I appreciate that to some people the timing of this may seem insensitive in light of the recent passing of HRH Prince Philip. That is not my intention. Neither poem is about him or any member of the Royal Family).
Returning to the prompt, the first attempt turned out a little different to what was being asked...
Lamp, D.
I feel and give thanks
for your gratitude
about how I
illuminated your lives
just for a little while.
Don’t be upset,
there will be others
giving brightness.
Please never forget
to be gentle with them
show a little affection
and most of all,
change the bulbs regularly.
The second attempt was a bit closer to the prompt...
Sufferer, C.
It’s beautiful here,
wherever that may be.
All pain shed with the physical skin
I’ve gone from endless suffering
to ethereal eternity, purest joy.
I don’t know how long it’s been
or was, that I lived with you
feeling your touch and love.
But do not mourn the loss
just celebrate the goodness
for I’m aware that my life
was nondescript, uneventful.
Just a wife, mother, statistic,
yet I recall that time when we
went there, did that, and then,
well, we know what happened.
Months of nothingness.
Intermittent consciousness.
Then gratefully released.
But now I am fading
into vapours and
just want to say
it was an accident,
and you are -
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