At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a deathbed poem.
The quote for the epigraph is the line I chose out of the six offered.
“Go on get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” Karl Marx
Hold The Night I want it all except the feeling of being hemmed in, no dark rooms please, no closed doors, and don't tuck those sheets too tight, I need to breathe, to move, to see, no maudlin tears, save those for later, let's champagne this moment, throw back the heavy curtains, put away the sepulchre furniture, bring me turquoise sheets and maple syrup, play me Bartok's folk dances, let me hear Oliver and Blake, no more laudanum silences, offer me no dirges in a minor key, paint the hearse bright for this wedding of life to eternity, hold the night for a moment and let me see the horizon once more. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️