My Request Come Winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Dysfunctional Poetry

Not really sure why, but here it is


My Request Come Winter


When winter’s chill seizes me

When I’m dead and gone

Please don’t plant me 

Under the lawn

Better to scatter my weary bones 

Upon the wind

Leave no marker to mourn 

No corpse to offend

No marble angels

Or slabs of granite

Just give me some

Peace and quiet damn it

In the bone orchard 

The view is always the same

A calendar of awful anniversaries

A phone book of forgotten names

No when I’m done and gone

Don’t shed a single tear

I’d rather be remembered

As if I was never here 



11 September 2019



Submitted: September 12, 2019

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A beautiful melancholic epitaph that is written in the present for the past and future.
Talking about things I haven't yet done in the past tense can send a person insane lol.

Thu, September 12th, 2019 1:26am


Sometimes I wonder where the words come from.

Today I drove past a graveyard with a cute little plot overlooking Highway 101. By the time I got the truck back to the Rez, I had this thing half written in my head. (I tried to get some help from Siri, but she wasn’t having any of it.)

So today I have a pretty good idea of where I started out...and maybe just as good of an idea of where I’m gonna end up.

Wed, September 11th, 2019 6:35pm



A poem that I can relate to, SB! Excellent.

Thu, September 12th, 2019 7:12pm

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