Fish Food
A poem about death and decay.
As I stare over the cliffs into the water below,
I ponder every moment I've ever lived.
I wonder what it would feel like for my body to hit the water,
To sink to the bottom,
To welcome the salt and seaweed into my lungs,
To disintegrate into the ocean floor,
Becoming fish food.
I want to be one with the stars,
But not quite yet.
These thoughts that pervade me are merely intrusive,
And I will not act,
But there are no promises that I will not wonder.
I think asking these questions is a good thing.
Curiosity is what drives imagination,
Even if that curiosity is driven by the thought of my own decay.
I live in preparation for the grand finale.
While I'm afraid of what comes next,
I welcome it with open arms.
How lucky we are to experience life,
Death is just a part of it.
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Mae Flowers
Weaver of words into poetry and short fiction. Fan of the Oxford comma.
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"Curiosity is what drives imagination/Even if that curiosity is driven by the thought of my own decay." The juxtaposition of curiosity and its associations with discovery put next to death, the end is just so thought-provoking.
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An amazing poem with thoughts on life behind the veil so to speak. I often take this as even in outer space with other life beings displaced other than our own species created. The mind has many churns that will turn the wheel of curiosity.
Woah...okay. this is beautiful. With writing like that, you are a welcome and important addition to the Vocal community here. Congratulations on your very deserving Top Story. This is actually very relatable! Well done, Mae!
Lovely!!! Congratulations on Top too!!!❤️❤️💕
Great piece ❤️💯👌📝Congratulations on your Top Story🎉
"Curiosity is what drives imagination." I love love LOVE that line. Welcome to Vocal!
First of all welcome to Vocal, and to my subscription list. This was damn good. I think life is a lucid dream, and the people who aren’t occasionally thinking of what it might be like to wake up (death) are the people with no chance of influencing the dream. The dream is just happening to them, and when it ends, they’ll likely be full of regrets. Secondly, congrats on your Top Story! 🥂
"But there are no promises I that will not wonder" is such a beautiful line! Thanks for sharing, Mae.
what a easy acceptance