Otherwise Disposed

I died just

yesterday and so am

otherwise disposed.  I cannot

attend to your “RSVP”:

your pardons,

your pleas,

your demands of me fall

on dead ears.  But

still the earth in you calls

to the earth I’m in.

Here, a deep resonance

your heart to mine-sown-in-soil – our

bridge, our

beat, this bond

strikes me, like the hammer

the bell.

I am dead,

but not

silent.

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14 thoughts on “Otherwise Disposed

  1. I really, really like this one, even if it is creepy. And partly because it is. Thanks for it.

  2. shoreacres says:

    I didn’t find this creepy at all — partly because of that truly humorous beginning line. For me, it has almost the sense of a Victorian memento mori. And I must say, your new photo made me laugh, too. It’s the perfect background for the poem, “pushing up daisies” being the euphemism it is.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I never even thought about the daisy bit! I am cleverer than I know. It was actually a field we stumbled upon while on a retreat. They were simply breathtaking, so I thought I would share. I did not know of this memento mori, and so can now happily learn!

  3. jannatwrites says:

    I guess it goes to show that death cannot fully release us from the demands of this world 🙂

  4. diannegray says:

    This is great, Allen. It reminds me of something a friend said to me the other day about everyone wanting a part of them and even if they died – people would still expect something.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Glad you liked it. My sense is that we still are looking for the dead – albeit in a new manner. This seems to be a part of being human, and so why not celebrate this?

  5. Marie Taylor says:

    the demands of (the) living are thrown into perspective. I like the idea of the dead being ‘not silent’; it reminds me of children being seen but not heard. Ha!

  6. Denise Hisey says:

    A little disturbing, but not quite creepy.
    It made me think outside the box, and I like that.
    Thanks, Allen!

  7. dianerivers says:

    This is one of those for which I would love to hear the “backstory”. (Maybe it’s just the rumination of your mind and there is no backstory?) In any case, it’s delightfully brow-furrowing.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Thanks Diane. Brow-furrowing is an apt addition to creepy, a little disturbing and funny!! To be frank, the opening line simply popped into my head one day, I jotted it down, and then pondered how to make a poem of it. After some editing, this is what we have!

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